He touched the corner of her mouth. “You keep smiling,” he murmured. “I like to smile.” His hand found her waist, and he pulled her toward him. The distance between their bodies remained respectable, but the increasing nearness robbed her of breath. “I like to watch you smile,” he said. His words were low and seductive, but there was something oddly hoarse about his voice, and Sophie could almost let herself believe that he really meant it, that she wasn’t merely that evening’s conquest.
STOPPP THAT'S SO CUTEEE ;D
