“I’d be lying if I didn’t say that you’re quickly becoming one of my favorite people on this stupid spinning rock in space.” His lips quirk and eyes light up. “Is that so?” “It is.” “Well, Trouble,” he starts, lifting his glass up to take another gulp of lemonade. He sets it down and runs his tongue along his top lip to swipe up every drop of lemonade before he smiles. “The feeling is one hundred percent mutual.” “I like that.” His eyes don’t leave mine as he winks. “I like you.”
