“Breaking my heart, Ellie.” He smiles that earth-shattering little smile that makes me feel like I’m going to melt into a puddle on the ground. “Ellie, not once Rhodey since I’ve been here?” “I’m not drunk enough for this,” he admits, pulling off his hat and running his hands through his hair. There’s something beautiful about the way the light bounces off his cheekbones. Or maybe it’s just the fact that Taylor Swift’s playing and I’m a lot less inhibited.
