“We should probably stop,” he said. “My brain is turning into… what’s the Swedish word for porridge? Gröt ?”
Marco’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Then he smiled. He leaned in. And he kissed her. kyss mig
Elin laughed. “Yes. Gröt . My brain is also gröt .” “We should probably stop,” he said
The Almost Kiss