A variety of unchecked emotion crosses his face, but the one that’s most distinguishable is uncertainty. It dances in the shadows of his eyes and tugs his lips down into a grim line. “Mal.” My name on his lips is a spell and a curse wrapped up in one. It takes me from slightly tipsy and emotional to reckless in less than a second. I clap my hands together and give him my best, flirty smile.
