“You shouldn’t have tried to kiss her when she was drugged up and crying,” he mutters. “I wasn’t going to kiss her.” “You were.” “I wasn’t! I was drying off her face! She was upset!” He cuts me a cold look. “You’ve never seen a pretty girl you didn’t try to kiss.” “It's actually the other way around. A pretty girl never saw me and decided not to kiss me. That’s hardly my fault, I’m just immensely kissable.”
