Elodie
“I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean.” And for the third or fourth time, since I’ve known him, I get an actual smile. Not the drunk one from last night. Or the c**ky smirk he gives you when he thinks he’s got it all figured out, and you can suck it.
A real one. The kind that somehow suddenly explodes on his face and lights it up. I know how weird that sounds, but it’s the most… manly smile I’ve ever seen. Goddess, listen to me. It’s somewhere in the one dimple that appears right where his right cheek meets his jaw and in the fact that the left corner of his mouth doesn’t go up. And in the way his brows rise but without the snark of it being skeptical.
His eyes look warmer then too. Still have a hard quality to them, but they no longer look… hateful. Or like he has to sh
