“Hello, Elise.” He wraps a huge hand around my elbow and pulls me closer to kiss my cheek. “You’re looking as fuckable as ever.” A passerby chokes on his giant street pretzel, obviously having overheard. “Could you lower your voice?” I hiss, poking him in the ribs. “Message received.” He eases closer until our bodies meet, his lips brushing over mine. “You want me to whisper in your ear how fuckable you are—” I shove him away, slapping the hand still holding on my elbow. “Stop.”
