“Kissing doesn’t qualify as slow, though, in case you were wondering.” “Oh really? Are we talking innocent pecks or—” “Tonsil hockey.” Olivia snorts a laugh, my favorite kind, clapping a hand over her nose and mouth. “That feels fast to me.” “Well, you have little legs. It makes sense that you think everything I do is fast. Something for you to work on, I guess.”
Lord, this man
