his dark hair matching his dark clothes , he looked back at me and muttered under his breath , `` you look amazing in that dress ... i ca n't wait to get you out of it . '' i just listened as she told me that chaos was helping them lay low and they were talking which meant working things out . his mouth was fierce and hungry , his tongue probing . i still had n't figured out how to distinguish between genuine anger and masked sadness . or , that ted was actively drinking again . 