“Look at this…” His hand moved back to the book as he studied it, turning it over and running his fingers along the spine. I broke a smile at the fascination on his face and watched him as he continued his intricate examination of the book’s binding. “You’re staring,” he murmured, his mouth hooking up at the corner and revealing his dimple. “It’s hard not to stare when you look this cute,” I said, and he glanced over at me with a dry look.
