He struggled pinned under her. “Don’t! My touch is lethal!”
She gave him a long kiss, then pulled away. “That was rude of me Doc, sorry. I had to convince you quick… and that was my first time.”
“Mine too,” he said. “But why a kiss instead of—”
“Because, I like you.”
He smiled looking away for a moment. “And why aren’t you in seizures?”
“We’re mutually immune to our toxic antibodies because we were given the same treatments in utero. But whereas you where made into living poison by accident, they did this to me on purpose to create the perfect assassin.”
She helped him up. “And now they’re coming for you.”
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