“It’s not difficult having people you don’t trust in something like this?” I frowned, admiring his handsome face and all his little quirks, like the way he stroked his beard or ran his tongue over his bottom lip when in deep thought or how he gave a closed mouth smile, letting his eyes twinkle before he would actually show teeth and laugh. I’d even become privy to his love for candy straws, because he always had a pack in his car, and I’d seen some more fresh packs in his bedroom.
