“You think I’m gorgeous?” “More than,” he says seriously. “I thought that the first time I saw you laughing, bub. I was pretty stoked when you gave me your number.” I groan, dropping my forehead to his hip. “Yeah, sorry about that?” “I’m not,” he says, fingers threading through my hair. I look up again, and I’m taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes. The softness, even. “It led us here, didn’t it?”
