Justin started, and he looked from the coffee to Wes then back to the coffee before he smiled back. It was a slow thing, like the unfurling of a sunrise, first his eyes and his cheeks crinkling, the hints of dimples appearing, and then his eyelids fluttering before his lips parted and curled, revealing perfectly straight, perfectly white teeth. “Thank you.” He cupped the mug in both hands and sipped. Wes’s heart thump-thumped.
