I stand on my tip toes, fanning my breath across his neck and whispering in his ear, "Good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught." Delivering my point by softly biting the shell of his ear as I finish the scandalous sentence. Turning on my heel and striding off, but not before I turn around one last time, winking at the green eyed boy, I left stranded and confused. But that's the point, right? Always keep them on them on their toes, and leave them hungry for more.