Kissing the Frenemy's Son
Language: en
At a family dinner, my mom and her "frenemy" were trading passive-aggressive barbs across the table. Meanwhile, in the private room next door, the frenemy's son and I were engaged in a different kind of battle. I kissed him until his voice went hoarse, begging for mercy. "Stop... my mom will hear us..." "You guys are so much drama," I whispered. I took off my jacket and tied it around his waist. "Here. That'll hide it."