“Oh? And what do you look like?” Gentle, gentle. He’s too good to be true.
“I’m swishy.” My hands flutter as if to prove a point. “Tiny. Delicate. Feminine. I know I’m not ugly, but I’m not hot or handsome either. People call me ‘elfish.’” I wrinkle my nose.
“Do you know what I see?”
I shake my head.
“I see intelligent eyes. Lips that beg to be kissed. Perfect proportions. Yes, you’re short, but you’re perfectly put together. And I managed to sneak a peek at your ass when I helped you out of your jacket earlier, and it’s spectacular. So I stand by my original assessment. Hot.”
Warmth creeps up my neck and settles in my cheeks. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me.”
“Yes, there is.”
He lays a warm palm on my shin and squeezes. “Okay. You’re welcome.”
We grin at each
