“I don’t think you have any idea what I see when I look at you.” He doesn’t appear annoyed or mocking. He has the tenderest expression, his eyes soft and dark. “I like you because you’re funny, sweet, unspoiled and vulnerable.” “Vulnerable?” Is that an adorable trait? “Yes. It makes me want to slay all your dragons and bring you flowers.” The irresistible dimple pops on his cheek. My heart knocks harder against my ribs. “Sunflowers in particular.”
