"Honey, the medicine's ready. I just had the kitchen make it. Come on, drink it while it's hot."
Leslie looked at Broderick with eager eyes.
When he didn't move, she picked up the bowl herself, took a sip, swallowed, then opened her mouth-it was hard to miss the soft pink of her tongue peeking out.
"See? I drank it. I'd never hurt you, okay? Trust me."
Still no movement from Broderick, so Leslie laughed lightly. "What? Don't tell me you're scared of a little medicine, Broderick?"
She took another sip, then leaned in all of a sudden. Before Broderick realized what was happening, she wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him.
"You-"
His voice came out hoarse, but he didn't get far. That bitter taste hit his tongue-she'd just fed him the medicine through the kiss.
