"Can't you just look at what the mannequins have on and wear that?" Joe asked, pulling at Shelly's thick sweater.
"I hate shopping, it's—"
"Your body is a pear shape," he said, cutting her off. "You need to accent your top. Draw the eye away from the bottom."
Shelly's cold sore was back, a telling tingle on her lip. Her body's warning system, this guy is no good.
He moved in for a kiss. Mouth to mouth, she pressed hard.