“What are you laughing about?” “You have the look on your face.” “What look?” “When you’re curious about something, your forehead gets a very deep groove.” He pointed to his own forehead, trying to mimic it. “And your lips part, as if you’re trying to inhale it all in, in every way possible.” I tilted my face away from him, blushing. “You don’t have to hide it. I like that look on you.”
