Someone peered over him, their breath of mints hitting his face.
This time he tried to open his eyes and succeeded, opening them barely enough to see, but to capture the soft light filtering through the window.241Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoyNe5yY1Bt
Heather gasped, stepping back from him.
"Am I dead yet?" groaned James, clutching his head.
"You should be... you got the most potent dose of cyanide..." Heather was breathless.
And then she rushed forward and kissed him.
Properly, on the lips.
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