“Yeah. Just some last-minute panic trying to creep in.” He wrapped his hands around my waist and spoke close to my mouth. “Ah. Well, I just so happen to have the cure for last-minute panic.” “Yeah? What is it?” “I’ve heard that sitting on your lover’s face takes care of it.” My mouth hung open. “Oh really . . .” “Yes. It’s called CBFS, actually.” “CBFS?” “Cognitive behavioral face-sitting.”
