Molly stood up and went to her ice box and pulled out an open bottle of wine. She brought it over and placed it down on the table. "It's worth a try. I wouldn't want you scarred for life. Not now anyway," she replied before taking her seat.
She smirked as she picked up her fork again. "Yes, Fabian. That's exactly why they kiss you so often. It has nothing to do with wanting to. Trust me. I am your older sister."