My Wife’s Deadly Allergy Was Only For Me
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“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
The chants at the party echoed through the crowded bar, loud and relentless.
I stood at the edge of the crowd, quietly watching my wife of three years, Kylie.
She giggled, took a mouthful of whiskey, and leaned in close to her male friend, Robertson. Moving her lips to his, she slowly poured the alcohol directly into his mouth.
Once the drink was transferred, Robertson wrapped his arm around her waist. He gave her cheek a playful, teasing pinch.
"Aren't you afraid of being allergic to my spit?"
