Nichole's face was red with anger as she glared at Carmela.

"What in the hell was that?" she demanded, her voice shaking. "Have you forgotten that Max is going to be my husband? Why would you lick something off of his lips?"

Carmela's eyes widened, and she felt her heart sink. "I... I didn't mean to," she stammered, her words coming out in a rush. "I'm sorry, I just... I didn't think."

Nichole stood up, her hands balled into fists.

"It's not a big deal," Max said, holding up his hands in a ...