That really is a terrible color,” I say.
He laughs, giddy. “I know.”
“Like, it says a lot that even someone as cute as you can’t pull it off.”
I watch his smile turn into something heated and seductive. “You think I’m cute?”
“In a gross way.”
He laughs at this, and it honestly sends a sharp pang through my chest how much I love that smile, on this face. “Cute in a gross way. Okay.”
“You’re the worst,”