"Mechanically, we all like the same thing. But, I like..." He trailed off, looking down at her and brushing his thumb over her lips. Then he kissed her again, gently. He had a feeling that she didn't get enough of that, or any of it, in bed. Which just made him mad again.

"I like you. I like mutual pleasure. Some men, or women, might be all about getting theirs, but it's not... no. I'd prefer both parties to be satisfied. And as a guy, I'm easy. Not going to take much to make me happy, even without that stupid apple."