He glanced over and caught my gaze. “You’ve got to work on that staring.” My pulse fluttered in my throat, and warmth rushed to my face. His eyes fell to my cheeks. And then he did something I never expected. Maybe it was from disbelief, or maybe he thought I was ridiculous. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. He laughed. Softly, darkly. The kind of laugh that has no good intentions. The kind of laugh the walls don’t forget.
