“Did you kill my sister?” she demands of Dean. “I didn’t know she was allergic to cornstarch!” All of a sudden, a hot mouth descends upon mine, and it’s not Brandon’s. I’ve memorized the feel of Brandon’s lips, chapped and rough with a thin upper lip. No, these are full and soft and taste like mint and bourbon. Dean is giving me CPR.
Literally weed my pants 😂
