Her body language provided an air of shame. Those words struck. Sucked the oxygen out of her, out of the room; words failed. Weak, she...

But he said nothing more. This wasn't one of their silly teases, where if he waited long enough, she'd take the bait, hang herself. And...

What was it about the smile she wore on her face or the beat tapping out of her lipstick-red painted toes that made him think it was okay...