“No, it’s not that . . .” He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. His cheekbones look rosier than before. His lips move, trying to form words for a few seconds, until he settles on: “It’s just . . . unexpected.” Oh. I tilt my head. “Why?” I thought I’d been laying it on pretty thick. “Because.” His large hand gestures in my direction. He swallows, and I watch his throat work. “Just . . . look at you.”
BC JUST LOOK AT YOU
HOLY SHIT THIS LINE IS EVERYTHING TO ME
