"Am I right?" I leaned closer.
"There is something missing, isn't there? And you were lying about not knowing what's sexy. You know. You know what turns you on, and you want it. You want it so bad, you can taste it."
I swear, you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Dana worked forcibly to control her breathing, staring and staring at me as though I might vanish if she blinked.
"Yes," she finally croaked.
"You've been right about a lot of things. Like how we can't choose who we want. And yes .
. . I think we both know what I'm talking about, Tabitha."
Some of her old confidence began to return.