“You know you’re the only person I’ll allow to shorten my name.” The faintest trace of a dimple peeks out of his cheek. It’s every bit as alluring as the tiny cleft in his chin. That’s when I realize. Clutching my chest, I gasp dramatically. “Oh my god!” The truck swerves. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” “Are you? Because, Memphis Payne, you are most definitely smiling.” Or rather, he was.
