Finding Mr. Perfect
Freya asked again.
“If you’re a germ, I’d rather get sick,” he said, pecking her forehead.
Freya laughed. She sneezed while she was at it. “That was cheesy.”
“Was it?” he asked. “That was probably mozzarella—a bland kind of cheese.”
Freya laughed again. Was that supposed to be a joke? Still, it was amusing to see a lighter side of Kenneth.
Inner Devil: 'I'm emotionally devastated! Seriously? A fever? Couldn’t your immune system wait ten more minutes?!'