[She lets herself savor the wine, the way that it runs over her tongue, a brief flutter of her eyelashes. As much as she loves her Spanish Tempranillo and California Cabernet, she'll admit there's something about it. His explanation draws a quirk of her lips, a soft hum of amusement.]
I've always loved things that are a little savage. [But she nods to the question, a tilt of her head as she looks over at him, catching the last traces from her bottom lip with a flick of her tongue.]
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I've always loved things that are a little savage. [But she nods to the question, a tilt of her head as she looks over at him, catching the last traces from her bottom lip with a flick of her tongue.]
Yes, what is it?