Kayla's POV:
He pulled my hands up to his lips and gave them a soft kiss before setting them back down and looking back up into my eyes, making my whole body feel like jello.
He reached up, like he always does when I cry, and wipes the tear away from my face with his thumb. He paused a moment while he looked into my eyes. I couldn't tell if he was trying to read my facial expression to know if he should continue or not. He did, after all, tell me one day that he can read a lot of what you are thinking by just looking at you. Or does that only work if you are lying to him?
He pulled me out of my thoughts when I felt him pull one of his hands away from mine and put it inside his jean jacket that he always wears. I would have to say, it does look good on him
