My face is heating up and I want to bury it in my hands. “We hardly know each other and I'm talking about fingering, my waxing girl, and using your tie for God knows what." "You have nothing to worry about. I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun with someone. You’re quite entertaining." "Really?" I ask, totally surprised. "My mother thinks I need to learn how to, and I quote, ‘control my tongue.’ But every time I meet someone I'm attracted to, I start saying things that are totally inappropriate." "And this lack of filter issue only happens when you're attracted to someone?" He quizzes me, while cocking a brow my way. He’s one sexy gentleman. Lucky old me. Crap, he caught the “attracted” remark I made. I’d better explain a few things to him. "Yeah, I tend to speak like a crazy person when I’m around a hot guy. I have a chronic condition of hormone-induced Tourette's." Looking into his eyes, I continue. "You are my worst case yet." "Why's that?" he asks with a devilish smirk, seeming to enjoy my discomfort.
