I sit across the table from you drinking a glass of wine. I listen to you with my ears as well as my heart. I hear not only what you say, but what you try to hide. I stroke the inner vein of your wrist tracing the vein up your arm. I reach across and brush the hair from your eyes, kissing you gently, lightly biting your neck. I whisper in your ear that I want you. You stiffen but don't pull away. Your breathing quickens,...