Teagan pulled her leg up on the couch, putting a little distance between them unconsciously. She faced him, mindlessly stirring her bowl of ice cream.
Giving him a look like he was a little crazy, she nodded. "Of course I have," she replied, "Who hasn't? Is that what it sort of feels like minus the whole puking your guts up bit?" Then she jerked back, eying him suspiciously. "I like you a lot, John, but there's no way I'll let you puke on me."