*Johnny*
I inwardly curse myself for asking, curse again when she averts her gaze. She obviously isn't quite comfortable discussing what had transpired between us. And yet, it feels almost like a physical presence. "You don't have to answer."
"If you must know, you exceeded them. I suppose you have kissed a lot of she-wolves." She finally says.
"Not as many as you might think. I’m quite particular." I'm a man. I have needs, but I keep them on a tight leash as much as possible, determined to never leave any bastards in my wake.
"Except when it came to me," she says. "You knew nothing at all about me."
I am not sure how to explain it, "I knew enough. You were eager, unafraid, daring, bold."
Her soft laughter arrows straight into my soul. "That was the green fairy. She dominated me that
