And he’s wearing those glorious glasses. What a fucking sight to behold. I smile at him ridiculously, but it can’t be helped. It can’t. “What?” he asks. I hold my fingers to my face in the universal spectacles symbol, making a delicious pink blush rise on his cheekbones. “You wore them just to cheer me up, didn’t you?” He clears his throat and leans back on one elbow, reclining along the bottom of the bed. “Did it work?” “Yes,” I tell him, laughing.
