“Kissing? Is that what you call that?” He whistled low then added, “If that’s how you kiss then you should apologize.” I tried not to grimace. I tried, and failed. Mark’s attention moved from me to Greg, then back again. “Who is this guy?” I sighed, my flustered frustration punctuated by the puff of white condensation as I exhaled. “That’s Greg.” “Greg?” “Yes. Greg. He… lives on my floor.” Mark’s eyes narrowed. “Is he your boyfriend?” “No,” I said. “Not yet,” Greg added helpfully.
