There’s a pressure in my chest, warm and crackling, like laughter. My mouth hitches into a smirk. “No.” “Stubborn, too,” she mutters, and I smile at her. She freezes, watching my face with a funny look. Like awe or something. “What?” “You’re smiling.” Her pretty lips curve into her own smile. Her gaze roams my face, and my skin prickles with awareness.
