His Childhood Sweetheart Tried to Kill Me

That night I was half asleep when something slick and sticky against my skin jolted me awake.

I opened my eyes to a huge snake head fixed on me, its forked tongue flicking at my face with a low hissing sound.

I screamed at the snake that had appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the night, and with shaking hands I reached for my phone to call for help.

But George Fox, my boyfriend of three years, snatched the phone from me and glared, his whole face impatient.

"What are you screaming for? That's Kate's pet snake. Her name's Blossom. She's gentle, she never bites."