I threw up tonight. But we were walking through the mall, so I had to swallow it back down. Nate looked at me & winked suggestively, completely oblivious to what just happened. I whimpered, “I just barfed in my mouth.” He turned this incredible shade of green & bought me a soda. Good man.
Sadly, I think that rules out any good lovin’ for tonight. Who would have guessed that vomit-mouth was a turn-off?
