The next thing I know, I open my eyes and stare up at a Greek god standing over me. “What are you doing?” he asks. I stare at the most perfect mouth I’ve ever seen. His lips are full and the color of ripe cherries, and his cupid’s bow has peaks that would make Everest jealous. “I think I need mouth to mouth.” The words are out before my brain can put all the pieces together and realize I’m probably talking to my boss. “You were only out for a second. You need to sit up.”
