Summary
My advisor’s son came down with a strange illness. Only my kisses could ease his discomfort.
At first, he was painfully innocent. A towering six-foot-two guy, crying on my shoulder like he was made of tears, saying he couldn’t hold back anymore and begging me to save him.
Later, he got more and more practiced at it, slipping into my office whenever he had a free moment.
“Sis, I’m here for my medicine…”