“I like your face when you do that,” I told him, reaching up to touch the hole that appeared in his cheek when he smiled. “Do what?” “Smile,” I explained. “It makes my tummy wobble.” “Wobble?” “Uh-huh.” Nodding eagerly, I snickered when it happened again. “Like jiggly jelly.” “Huh.” Gerard’s brows furrowed together, and he looked like he was concentrating superhard. “It’s the same for me.”
