I rub the bridge of my nose. Another deep breath. “God, you are so frustrating sometimes.” “It’s funny. I could say the same thing about you.” It’s the sound of his chuckle, low and rich like molten chocolate, that peels my eyes from the floor. And I still. Because he’s looking at me. Well, looking isn’t the right word for what he’s doing. He’s staring at me, and he’s doing it in the same way half the Lacrosse team stares at Sophie’s bare, high-heeled legs – with total shameless captivation.
Oooooh, Poppy 👀 You better watch yourself, he looks like he's about to start planning y'all's future kids soon 🤭💗💗💗💗