“Would you believe me if I said I did it deliberately for your amusement?” “Nope.” I did not want him to hold me again. I did not want him to hold me again. I did not want him to hold me again. “That’s just how you talk.” “It may be, but you do appear to derive a unique enjoyment from it.” “Okay. That one was deliberate.” He offered me a slow smile—not the effortless one he used so freely in public, but something real and warm and almost reluctant, making his eyes shine from the inside like a lamp left in a window on a dark night.
