are you hungry today?

the stomach makes noise and she notices, looking over in the bed, and suddenly we're both wondering how we got there, not yet willing to admit the previous night's cliche of drinking, mindless talk always swerving towards sexual topics, and then the drunken sex that neither remembers. ["was it any good? shall we try again, perhaps with the aid of another famous aphrodisiac: coffee?"] 

"when you kiss a guy, do you prefer a clean-shaven face, or a bit stubbly?" a question with an obvious answer, no doubt, but of the course the subtext is "would you like to kiss ME?" because my face is shaven closely, because i want kisses this evening at some point, and i want them deep, involving tongues and long-lasting full-bodied enthusiasm. 

but if she answers that she likes stubble, she's lying of course, but what she's really saying is that she would prefer to kiss another man; thanks, but no thanks. And please push off, because your presence may discourage the advances of that cutie-pie over there whose attention i've been trying to attract by throwing my hair across my shoulders and exposing my neck in his direction.