“I should probably warn you that this smile of yours,” he touched my cheek, igniting sparks beneath his fingers, “will either be the death of me or put you in the backseat of a car delivering our child if you’re not careful.” “What?” I chuckled, touching my heated cheek. “Alex—” “Don’t Alex me with that smile,” he winked. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this beautiful.”
