“I…” She trails off, her lips slowly curling upward into a small smile. Wow…whoa…whoa. I don’t blink or breathe, afraid it’ll disappear or this is all a dream, but when she locks eyes with me, her small smile just barely deepens, and I swear my brain short-circuits. Why was I anxious again? “I figured you could use them. I know it’s been a week, but sometimes the smallest cuts take the longest to heal.” My gaze drops to her plush lips. “And I wasn’t sure if you had a lemon squeezer, but if you do, now you have another so the other doesn’t feel lonely.”
