I can’t fight the urge to look at him any longer. I bring my gaze to his, my head feeling fuzzy because of the intense way he looks right back at me. The darkness of the night makes his brown eyes seem even darker. The color might not be as light as it normally is, but there’s still nothing but warmth in the gaze staring back at me. “Do what?” I whisper. “Refuse to accept a compliment.” He leans forward, resting his chin on his forearm as he focuses on me.
