‘Ever eaten one?’
I shook my head.
‘Watch and copy.’ He picked up the oyster he’d shucked. ‘A drop of lemon and…’ He tilted back his head, raised the shell and, eyes closed, tipped the oyster into his mouth. His lips smacked with pleasure. ‘Go on, try.’
The shock of the cold silky texture sliding down my throat was followed by a burst of fresh, salty seawater. After chocolate, that oyster was the best thing I’d ever tasted.

– Excerpt from Love Me Not, by Jacqueline Falcomer