"What are you looking for?" She tilts her head.
"Knife."
"In the block beside the stove."
I grab one, settle against the counter, and carve off a slice of apple before sliding it into my mouth.
"Is everything you do sexy or is there something wrong with me?"
"I don't feel like there's a right answer to that one," I say, carving off another piece. 
"Why are you eating it like that?"
"You've never seen someone eat an apple like this?" I slowly peel away another slice, and then I eye her, waiting. 
"No, I have. I've just never wanted to rip someone's clothes off because they were eating an apple like that."
"Good news," I say before popping the piece into my mouth and crunching away. "I'm not wearing any clothes, and I'm at your service."
"Why don't you just bite into it?"
"Too juicy. Makes my beard sticky."
She raises her eyebrows in disbelief.
"I'm very picky about what I'm willing to coat my beard with." I give her a wicked grin. "You're worth getting messy for."
"You know," she says, pressing her hands into the island. "I have been wondering something."
"Uh huh," I say, not sure from her tone that I want to know what that is.
"I don't understand how you're so good at sex when you're only twenty-one. When I was twenty-one, I was not having the kind of sex we're having. Even at thirty-one, I wasn't having the kind of sex we're having before you."
I try not to let her comment go to my head—either one. She's said some version of this quite a few times in the last few days, so I know I'm, without a doubt, the best she's ever had. That's a big deal to me, but I can't help teasing her.
"It feels obvious, but... Brace yourself, doc." I give her a little smile as I carve off another section of apple. "You've been having sex with the wrong people."
"Isn't that the truth," she mutters, and she looks down at the granite island for a beat. "But seriously. Did you have a girlfriend in..." She falters, and pink tints her cheeks. "High school? A girl gave you some pointers?"
"On how to make a woman come? No."
"This cannot be a natural talent."
"I never said it was."
"But you're being evasive."
"Am I?"
She huffs out a breath, and I chuckle. 
"What if I told you," I say, "that I learned it all from YouTube "how to" videos?"
"No," she shakes her head and then she laughs. "Absolutely not."
I shrug.
"Logan! Tell me that's not true."
She's cute when she's scandalized. 
"It's not true," I admit. "Though, it's not that far from the truth."
"Spill it," she says.
"All right," I say, slicing off the last piece of apple and putting it in my mouth before placing the knife in the dishwasher and throwing out the core. "In high school—can you handle this 온라인카지노게임? You're looking a little green."
"Every time I remember you're barely out of high school..."
"You really need to let that go. You're robbing the cradle. The whole world knows now." They might. I don't have social media. Could be the shitstorm that Tamiko tells me it is.