“The drawings make you smile,” he replied with a grin. “Working on the speech doesn’t do anything.”
That...that was so sweet, I wanted to hug him tight, kiss him, too. “Working on your speech will make me smile, too.”
His brows lifted and then he flipped his notebook closed. “I know what else will make you smile.”
“What? You actually doing some homework?”
“Nope.” He glanced at the door again and then rose. “I think me sitting closer to you will make you smile.”
The boy knew me well.
He took a step closer. “I think holding your hand will make you smile.”
I straightened as I watched him.
“And I think...” He sat on the edge of the bed and twisted his body toward mine. “I think kissing you will make you smile, too.”