“He gives me a slight smile. I simultaneously want to, like, build shrines to it and punch it off his face. It’s complicated.”
“You give me things too," he said in a hushed voice as he bit off the cap. "Like what?" "A headache," his smile widened.”
“Half of me wanted to punch his gorgeous face, and the other half wanted to make out with it.”
“He scanned my face with careful hope in his eyes. “You love me?” “It’s the tattoos,” I shrugged. A wide smile stretched across his face, making his dimple sink into his cheek.”
“Adam pressed his hand to his face. Sighed. "Right. It's just that… He died. And I'm so freaking pissed off, I swear I'd punch him in the face if he were standing right here.”
“Jordan couldn’t keep the smile off her face. “Yeah, I like this guy. He rescued me from a crazed man with a gun, he makes me laugh, and he calls his mother Ma. I’d say he’s a keeper.”