The smile he gave me was one of pure contentment. It was impossible not to take a moment to revel in it. “What?” he said, his cheeks going a little pink. “I like your smile. You wear this grumpy façade, so most of the time, you’re scowling. But once in a while, you smile at me, and when you do, you look like a different person—” The moment the last word left my lips, I stiffened.
