“Blue smiled. He had one of those devastatingly charming smiles that made you hate him even more when you noticed it. It was like he was fighting dirty.”
“The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.”
“A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in. The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.”
“I love those dimples."He hated the damn things, but if they made her happy, he'd be sure to smile like a dipshit more often.”
“I never hear you practice."He smiled: "Only those who are dirty need to wash.”
“Ah, well.” He smiled-another one of those devastatingly intoxicating smiles that did unreasonable things to her body temperature and respiration.With a nod and a respectful, “Ma’am,” he left her in the middle of the room.Feeling like she’d been hit by a tank.”