“Are you crying?” Clearing my throat, I blinked hard twice, lowering my gaze to the small cleft in the German’s chin. “No.” His fingers went up to push at my shoulder lightly. “Stop it.” I lifted my chin and pushed his shoulder right back, sniffling while doing it. “You stop it. I’m not crying.” “I have two eyes,” he replied, looking down at me with a troubled expression on his face.
