Some women let you kiss them, while some kissed you back but *just*. Others kissed with enthusiasm but you felt it was the same kind of enthusiasm they felt for a good meal, a Bette Davis film, or a lovely present they’d just received. She was different; she was hungry. Hungry to kiss you, hungry to hear what you said and hungry to tell you what was on her mind. This abiding hunger defined her. It was the greatest compliment he had ever received from a woman and he never tired of it.