"I like your sense of humor." Dark, dry, witty. He often found himself laughing quietly at something snarky she'd said while everyone else around them was giving her the side eye. She could see those looks, but it didn't deter her from continuing to say whatever she felt like. He respected that.

Sliding his hand down her leg, he moved to hook it over his shoulder, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed as he leaned in to kiss against her sex. A light kiss first, soft, almost as if it was a real kiss. Then a drag of the point of his tongue through her folds, parting them so he could lick more firmly and get a true taste of her.