He’s downright sexy, particularly with his five o’clock shadow and glasses. He smirks. “You think I’m sexy?” Did I say that out loud? “Yeah, you did.” That too? He chuckles as he strides out of the kitchen. “For the time being, let’s assume that whatever is going through your head is coming out of that beautiful mouth of yours.” “Will you stop being so nice? It’s freaking me out.” He presses a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll get used to it.”
