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Sixty One
catherine
I threw my head back laughing. Vernon suppressed his grin by biting his lower lip, leaning on his elbow, and tilting his head as he watched me. When all the laughing subsided, I found his eyes back, their honey-coated irises twinkling in amusement, and the lines on the side of his lips were rising.
"Is that really a thing?," my brows furrowed.
"Oh you can search it," he pursed his lips on my phone.
I shook my head and laid beside him instead.
"I'm starting to think this is how you are as a boyfriend."
"You mean?" He leaned his head on his palm. Now all that's left for me to see was his flexed
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