“Are you trying to get me drunk?” “Not my style,” he said. “I prefer my dates to be able to consent to whatever might come next.” Toby blushed. “I suppose you’re referring to the goodnight kiss.” “Is that what you call it?” Augustus cocked an eyebrow. “That kiss the other night seemed a little more like a greeting than a goodnight.” Toby’s blush deepened, but she smiled. “You think you’re charming, don’t you?” “I think I have enough experience to be able to tell the difference between chastity and desire.” She lifted her glass and studied the fluid as it sparkled in the dim light of the restaurant. “You didn’t even know my name, then.” “Now I do.” “But you hardly know anything about me.” “What do I need to know?” Her eyes flashed to his and, for a brief moment, he thought there was something she wanted to say.
