“Why do I need poison when I can just do this?” He leans in and presses his mouth to mine. His tongue brushes against my upper lip and he gently kisses me. Hard to believe that this man didn’t know what a kiss was a short time ago. He’s far too good at it now. It makes me weak in the knees and I forget all about bathing him. When he pulls back, I’m clinging to him. He’s got a smug look on his face now. “I did not need to poison you for that kiss.”
