“Asked you whether my dimples taste like candy?” His next laugh comes out as a quiet puff of air, and he looks mildly horrified. “People wonder this?” “That’s probably the most innocent thing they imagine tasting, Alec.” He frowns, and I kiss his sweet pout. “Well, do they?” he asks, finally, grinning. “Do they what?” “Taste like sugar.” “No.” “What do they taste like?” “Happiness.”
