‘Hmm.’ He frowned, and to his shock, Iris reached up and pressed two fingers between his eyebrows. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I’m smoothing out these aggressive forehead lines.’ ‘Why?’ ‘I think this will go better if you look less like you’re going to murder everyone.’ She took her fingers away and he wanted them back. He wanted them tugging on his hair, he wanted them digging into his back.
