“There’s something about you,” he says, his voice low, husky. “Is that a line?” “No. I don’t use lines. I say what’s on my mind. And there’s just something about you that makes a man…” He drifts off, thoughtful. “Makes a man what?” “All jumbled in the head.” He smiles. “I look in your eyes and kind of get lost in them.” He sounds a bit sheepish now. “I know that does sound like a line, but I swear it’s the truth—” Before he can finish, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him.
