“I know you wouldn’t. Remember, you lead and I follow.” Her gaze strays to my lips and stays there, and it’s when I realize I’m smiling. “I don’t want to sound like a double standard. I hate when people, particularly men, tell me to smile because it’ll make my day better, or because it’ll make me look prettier.” She grimaces. “But I really meant what I said that other night. I really like your smile, and I hope you do it more often, but of course, only when you want to.”
