Only then did I realize I’d been about to reach up and touch his face, so enthralled by him that I was. That wouldn’t have been weird or crossing any boundaries at all. I dropped my hand and stepped back to give him some space. His shoulders relaxed. “You shaved,” I said, using all my genius investigative skills as a journalist to break the tension. “Oh. Yeah.” He ran a hand over his chin. “It’s been known to happen.” He tucked his head, cheeks flushing, and stepped to open the bed of the truck.
