He leans down like he’s going to kiss me, but at the last second, he seems to remember that he’s at work and we’re surrounded by children. He redirects, aiming for my forehead, but his lips land on my eyebrow instead. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been greeted with an eyebrow kiss before,” I tease him. He smiles, then kisses my other eyebrow. “Just to even things out,” he says.
Bruh
