“You should go upstairs and relax a little. Take a nap or read one of those books that make your cheeks burn." She playfully squinted at him. "How would you know what I look like when I read?" He leaned forward, crossing his arms on the table. "I like watching you read." "Really?" she questioned. "Why?" "It's sexy the way you react to the stories," he whispered. "Your gestures are usually simple like a giggle or a gasp. But occasionally, your nipples harden.”