His grin is intoxicating. I want to get drunk off his radiance and joy, and I think about telling him. Would he find me weird? He said he wouldn’t be ashamed of me. He hasn’t been embarrassed by anything I’ve done so far tonight. “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.
