Jennifer breathed in pure Charlie for a couple of seconds. Felt the lightest brush of his tongue on the very edge of her lip. And then he was gone. Stepped away.
Her heart was beating hard, and the only think that Jennifer could think to do was get into the small handbag she'd been carrying and fish out her key.
"You think everybody needs more fruit. If you had a fruit bat, it'd die of overdose." The joke was lame, but she needed something to say that had nothing to do with what had just happened.