The indirect brightness was bad enough. What's that supposed to mean? He fought to control his face, and failed, and finally looked pleased with himself. I finally settled for staring at his chest, watching his body movements as if he'd been a bad guy and it was a fight. I knew that when it went, we better have a plan.
I couldn't let someone else do it, not if I didn't know them. I had a sense of movement around him. I had been in there before, so I knew the sound was muffled inside the room. I forgot the people, forgot that I was supposed to be embarrassed, forgot everything but that I wanted him to smile again.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.