Ears. Who would've thought, ears, right? The neck thing I can kind of understand, even if I can't really process it when it's happening, but why does her mouth by my ear, her voice and breath right against it make me squirm like that? In the good way.

"It's a feature, not a bug," I manage, because the right kind of overloading my brain is... really, really nice, as long as the alarm bells don't start. They have yet to start. All green lights. "I'm liking it," I add, shifting my head around to get my mouth against her earlobe, get a little payback on that.