"She was very cute," you say, nuzzling your head under my arm, tracing small circles across my bare chest as your voice trails off. "What?" I laugh nervously, not sure if I'm walking into a trap. "She was. It's okay you admit it, I watched you eyeing her all night," you say in a matter-of-fact tone. "I mean, she was fine," I reply, giving another little nervous laugh. "You have a type, sweetie," you laugh, shaking your he...