Dylan P.O.V.
I couldn't believe what had happened. We only touched hands for crying out loud. The burning sensation of the sparks left my palm itchy.
She stood there, dumbfounded by my reaction and kept her eyes on me, not moving an inch. She came closer, her breath touching the nape of my neck.
"It's not pleasant for me either, mister, but I try to control my urge to puke," she whispered.
What? I made her feel like puking? Was she for real?
She didn't wait for a reply.
Turning towards my son, she chirped, "Blue, honey, I will make sure everyone is in the dining room. You wait here, and when I nod, you can show up with your dad and surprise them, okay?"
Blue was excited, and she gave him a peck on the cheek. I watched as her plum lips touched my son's skin and cold sweat trick
