"When my reserves spike." Her ears went scarlet. "It happens when I'm turned on, okay? It's been happening every time you look at me for three weeks and it's mortifying and I've been wearing gloves in class."
I put my hand over hers and lifted it and pressed her palm against my chest, orb and all. Heat went through it. The drain caught the contact and doubled.
"Don't hide it," I said. "I want to know when I'm doing something right."
Then I kissed my way down her body and stopped worrying about being clever.
She was loud. I want that on the record, because everything about Aurora on the surface said warm and easy and social, and none of it prepared me for how completely she came apart the second I got my mouth between her thighs. Her hands went into my hair and stayed there. Her thighs shook against my shoulders. She said my name in a register I hadn't heard from her before and then stopped saying words at all.
