He didn't know what to do with the warmth bubbling in his chest. She was sitting so close, hugging her knees like a little bunny, completely unaware that her words had just messed with his entire heart. His jaw tensed, and his eyes lingered on her face longer than he should've — the way her lashes fluttered when she smiled at her screen, the soft pout on her lips, the faint blush resting on her cheeks.
How could someone like her exist in his cold, complicated world?
She didn't even know it was him she was talking to. But her words — those gentle, innocent words had wrapped around his guarded heart and squeezed without warning.
He exhaled slowly.
SweetTooth: Thank you, my wife is very cute… but when she ignores me, she is not. Angry.
