“It’s just... I realized sometimes you look at me the same way you look at chicken wings.” Mia’s cheeks went pink. “I do?” He nodded slowly, the grin widening on his face. “And is that a good thing?” “Hell yes.” “That’s good, I guess,” she murmured. Her eyes tracked down his body and back up, her tongue darting out to trace her lower lip. “But, Noah?” His brain stopped working for a second. “Yeah?” She leaned closer, her nearly black irises intense. “You’re way better than chicken wings.”
