“It’s a fucking big smile…” “Nope.” I shake my head, stubbornly. “You have a big smile for me,” Sam says, way too pleased with himself. “Yeah, well.” I shrug a bit aggressively, because I’ve gone petulant now. “You lick your bottom lip every time you look at me, and your pupils are dilated, so—” “Yeah.” He nods, interrupting me again. “They are.”
