“You should’ve seen her. She was spectacular. I thought dancing with her had me dying all over again and going to heaven,” I gush, remembering Celine’s sweet body pressed against mine. “Although,” I muse, tapping my lip. “If I’m being honest with myself, if there is a God, then I don’t think I’d be let through the pearly gates. You know, for all the murdering and stuff … and the indecent way I think about Celine.”
