“What are you smiling at?” Salomé asked when she turned around. “You.” Taiye couldn’t help her smile if she tried; her lips were doing whatever they wanted. “Come here.” Salomé walked right into an open-mouthed kiss. She sighed and sank into it, just as the deep bass began its thrumming on D’Angelo’s “Shit, Damn, Motherfucker.” She pulled away halfway through the second chorus.
