He pinched the bridge of his nose, dragging his fingers down the tip. Then he dropped his hand and looked at me. “Gracie?” he asked slowly. “Yes?” He was straddling that line between sounding grouchy and cool. “Guess what?” I hesitated just a little, not sure where this was going but too curious to not wonder. “What?” “Listen to me clearly.” “I’m listening clearly.” His mouth twitched first. Both his hands formed fists, but his voice was absolutely steady and so rich. He leaned in so his face was the only thing I could see as he said, “I always like you the most.”
