““Cream, circus lions, chocolate mousse, you . . .” Lemon said as we continued down the hallway. “What?” “Oh, don’t mind me. I was just listing things that are whipped.” “I am not whipped! It’s not like his kisses are earth-shattering or something. It’s no big deal.” Lemon scooted away from me, to the opposite wall. “What are you doing?” “I don’t want to be standing next to you when God strikes you down for lying.””
