“Stop. Staring,” he says, his tone flat and direct while his eyes stay locked on his notebook as he continues writing. “Stop. Being. Sexy.” “Kinda something I can’t control, considering I’m not even trying,” he retorts. “Mmm, yeah, you’re right. This is one of those maybe he’s born with it moments.” His gaze lifts from his notebook again. Slower this time, before he cocks his head and blinks at me. “Did you just Maybelline me?” My lips lift in a grin. “Maybe.” “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
