"One's a lie, one isn't. You're smart enough to figure out what's what."

Well, love, at least, was a lie. Love was too pure for this to come close to. Wanting him, lusting for him? That would have been the truth. Then again, he hadn't asked for her to say that.

She leaned up, licking his jaw, running her tongue up along the contour of his skin and bone and memorizing his taste.