Now, for the last time, where do you get the Oh Henry! from, Row?” “Fuck.” His smile collapsed. I watched in fascination, my breath caged inside my throat. He trained his gaze on the wall behind my head, avoiding eye contact. “I make them.” “Hmm, come again?” Ideally on my tits. But honestly anywhere else would do too, I was tempted to add. “I. Make. Them.” His nostrils flared. “They’re no longer in circulation. I knew you liked them. So I found a list of the ingredients online, tested the quantities a few times, and started making them for you. The wrappers were easy to print and apply,”
