He bites his lip like he’s holding back a smile and damn it I have half a mind to be like hey, don’t hold back. Let me see it. Maybe it’ll brighten up this cesspool of a mood I’m currently working with. But no. No. And hell no. “But then I’d lose this perfect opportunity to pester you.” This time he doesn’t hold back, and the light of a thousand suns slams into me with his ear-to-ear grin. I need some mental sunglasses, Jesus.
