“Did you…You had a donut?” I laugh, sliding my hands down her stomach to hold her waist. “Caught me. It was disgusting. I hate them.” She’s breathing hard, and there’s something behind her smile. “Okay, okay.” She looks down at the ground. “Okay, so—” There’s a rattle in her throat. “Everything’s good. But you need to call 9-1-1 and grab the EpiPen in my purse.”
