“You’re fucking beautiful all the time, but especially when you laugh.” Ironically, her mirth died down, brown eyes running a curious lap around his face. “I’m already confused about flirting. So far, according to you, it’s either cheesy or intense. Isn’t it supposed to fall somewhere in between?” “It’s a mixture of both. Making you laugh, but also making sure you know . . .” “Know what?” An exhale hissed out of him. “That I’d like to wake up tomorrow with your knees imprinted on my mattress.” Her chest dipped. “Any girl’s knees, you mean.” No. He didn’t. But this was her way of reminding him
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