lips. “Cute.” “You called me cute; you can’t take it back.” “Are you always misinterpreting things? Because I can help you in the water, but I fear I won’t be able to help—” “I know exactly what you meant. Don’t deny it, Jos, you think I’m cute.” His eyes twinkle with mischief. “No, I think you’re hot, but if you prefer cute then…”
