Baby Boy Blues

Speaking of blushing, the way he’s looking at her now, like he wants to devour her and tell her that he loves her a million times over is making her face turn as red as her hair, as warm, not-so gentle butterflies beat their papery wings against her chest. He just seems to have this way with words that she hadn’t noticed before, back when she’d figured he was just a schmuck with good hair and nice eyes. She feels like she’s wronged him somehow for that. "...because as a boy with a penis, there is a good chance that he's fire-hosed the entire damn room, Buckley.”