“I want to get drunk off you,” I say softly. “Your grins, your face, your being.” “You’re drinking wisely,” he teases. “Uh-huh, but not responsibly. I want your face in excess.” I cup his cheeks. “Girl, you’ve got more than just my face.” His grin is also powerful, illuminating inside me. “Your ears,” I say, touching his hooped piercing. “Yours.” “Your eyebrows.” “Yours.” I look down. “Your lips.”
