"See, that sort of thing is right," Bellamy said, raising his glass to her. "But if I'm thinking about the person I'm talking to getting naked and acrobatic, then the person is still on my mind and therefore not boring."

It made sense. Whatever, he'd been drinking. And now he was smirking at her.

"If I started thinking about my laundry while I'm talking to you, then something's wrong."