“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. I swear to God I almost blush as I slip out of my cardigan, catching the way Oliver’s gaze travels over me, taking in my tank top and skinny jeans when I remove the extra layer. He’s probably shocked that I’m wearing something other than a T-shirt and black leggings. Folding my cardigan over his desk chair, I sweep my hair over to one side and watch his eyes drift back up to my face in a slow pull. They look darker, more ablaze,
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