Eek, no, I surrender. [Heâs grinning wide despite his apology, palms splayed in front of his chest.]
You said youâd do me a favor, didnât you?
Well yeah, but I didnât expect said favor to involve swapping spit. -Rolls her eyes-
Did Tim put you up to this? Or Jason? Or, I donât know, Damianâs twisted idea of a joke? Less bloody, but I canât say it wouldnât have thrown me off my game.
Oh, no, no, no. [Dickâs shakes his hands in veto.] You canât tell Tim. Promise, âkay?
And there wasnât that much spit.
Not that I'd go bragging about it, but isn't kissing your boyfriend's ex a pretty terrible secret to keep?
Figure of speech, Casanova. Now, you going to fill me in on what that was all about?















