He leaned in close, bracing himself with a hand on my shoulder. The second his lips brushed against my ear, I froze. “Carrots, you’re a wild woman now. There’s nothing you can’t do. You jumped into a frozen pond. You had a non-mistletoe kiss with a hot guy. You just milked a cow. You can do this. I know it. You can drink these two ounces of milk.”
