I Kissed Shara Wheeler: A Novel

“You. A gentleman.” Her fingertips inch under one of my suspender straps. She toys with it and then snaps it against my chest. All the blood in my body surges in one direction, and I have to force myself to keep moving around the dance floor.

And as I stand there, in the middle of the city, kissing my night nurse, I know, for the first time in my life, that I have done everything right. After all, he tastes like a cinnamon roll, and I’ve never kissed anyone who tasted like a cinnamon roll.