"Yes, I hate them because they sense these things, because they tell us, because they should mind their bloody businesses," she answered as she got up again, feeling restless.
"We've always acted like this, right? We touch, we kiss, we banter, we fight, we make up. Really, it's what we do, nothing strange there. It's awesome because it works for us," she said. "It's not love; it's just us. It was easy to dismiss it that way, but I can't dismiss sense, not really. I can do a lot of things, but I won't close my eyes when there's physical evidence, which... granted, they might all be crazy."
She stopped and looked at him. "Did you know that I get more sexually excited when talking about you than when I talk about sex with random people? No? Neither did I? Am I really this blind? Or have they they lost their minds?"