"Look at me, squiggles."

Shuddering at the way the name fell from his tongue like liquid silk, his head inched up a fraction. Raven's index lifted it the rest of the way.

"Birdie," he mumbled. "I'm — "

"See, here's how this is gonna go, Ro. You want to look, then go ahead. I ain't gonna bullshit you and say I ain't gonna do the same. We've always done that, right?"

They had a game where they'd rate the fuckablity of a guy. It'd be made up of five factors. Body. Ass. Face. Attitude. Clothes. And they would then be combined into an overall score. It made for good fun...