“I see that you’ve been busy elsewhere.” My brows creased in confusion. “Next time you feel like kissing a girl, at least have the courtesy to wash away the lipstick before seeing your boyfriend.”
Oh, shit. “Chris, it’s not…I’ve never kissed a girl.”
“Drag queen,” he asked sardonically.
How to explain? “I haven’t kissed anyone. I spent the night here. Alone.”
“You want me to believe you stayed in to work on your essay and painted your lips?”
I looked down. I’d forgotten to remove the nail polish too. “Yes.”
He snorted but gasped when he saw my toes.
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