"It's candy," Stacey said, sounding nervous. She had made sure the medicine was super sweet, worried that Conor might figure out what it really was.
Conor gave her a knowing smile. Candy, huh? Who did she think she was kidding?
"Hmm, pretty good," he played along, not blowing her cover. "Who gave it to you?"
"A classmate," Stacey said.
"The candy's good. Why don't you ask your classmates where they got it? I might want to buy some," Conor looked at her.
With an innocent look, Stacey warned, "Eating too much candy isn't good for you."
As Conor's big hand wrapped around her small waist, his voice, deep and sexy, asked, "Then, tell me, what's good to eat a lot of?"
"Nothing," Stacey said, being vague.
Conor looked at her, his expression hard to read, "What about your taste?"
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