"Darn it," I muttered. My heart was crashing around in my chest, knocking things over.
He hummed a melody I didn't recognized; it sounded like lullaby. "Should I sing you to sleep?"
"With a lullaby?"
He paused. "Yes. A lullaby. Singing you to sleep."
"Right," I laughed. "Like I would sleep with you."
He chortled. "You do it all the time."
"No, I got that mixed up," I chortled back. I had meant to say that I would like to sleep with him.
"So if you don't want to sleep... " he suggested. My breath caught, hot.
"If I don't want to sleep... ?"
He chuckled. "What do you want to do then?"
I couldn't answer at first. I knew what I wanted to do, but was that what I wanted to want to do?
"I'm not sure," I finally said.
"Tell me when you decide."
I could feel his cool breath on my ear, feel his nose sliding along my jaw, inhaling.
"I thought you were desensitized?"
"Just because I'm resisting the wine doesn't mean I can't appreciate the bouquet," he whispered, sensually. "You have a very floral smell, like lavender... or freesia," he noted. "It's mouthwatering."
"Yeah, it's an off day when I don't get somebody telling me how edible I smell."
"Somebody?" He raged, chest puffing out.
"Oh you!" I giggled. "I've decided what I want to do. I want to hear more about you."
He deflated. "Ask me anything."
I sifted through my questions for the most vital. "Why do you do it?" I said. "How do you do it. I still don't understand how you... do it.

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