The face of horror he makes in response to my comment makes me burst into a laugh, my eyes closed and head thrown back. When I bring my head down to look at him again, I see that the horror is gone from his face and he’s now looking at me with a small smile and gentle, yet earnest eyes. I flush from the intensity of his gaze, and I almost have to look away because I don’t know how to react when he looks at me like that. Like he’s debating whether he should tackle me to the bed and kiss my face or pin me down and touch me in a way that makes me see stars. I’m not sure which one I want him to
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