“I like when you do that,” I murmur softly, pointing at his mouth. “Consume food?” Good Lord. I can’t decide if his blunt intellect is more amusing or charming. I respond with a chuckle. “Smile.” “Oh.” Oliver nods knowingly, then swallows the rest of his bite. “I enjoy your smile as well. It makes me want to smile more.” Charming. One-hundred-percent charming.
