He walks in with a smile on his lips
and a newspaper
under his arm. My eyes gleam
. I lick my lips. I grab the nearest pen and lean forward expectant
I love crossword puzzles.
I love the competitive teamwork. I love the way my mind races, the way my pen flashes so quickly it can barely be seen, the way I lean so close to him that I can smell his skin.
I love the victory cigarette he lights for me when we're finished, satisfied smiles on both of our faces.
Do you know what they say about a man with a big vocabulary? Absolutely nothing. Do you know what I think of a man with a big vocabulary?
Do you really have to ask?