Page 66 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

For a second she just stares at me.

Then something soft flickers across her face.

“You do?”

“I absolutely do.”

I give her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“I've never trusted a woman who doesn't eat dessert.”

That earns me a real laugh.

Not the polite little chuckle she's given me a few times today.

This one steals her completely.

Her head tips back, blue eyes squeezing shut for a second as the sound spills out of her, bright and warm and utterly contagious.

I find myself smiling before I even realize I'm doing it.

Christ.

That laugh.

I could listen to it every day for the rest of my life.

She catches her breath, brushing a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear.

“Well,” she says, still smiling, “you can definitely trust me.”

I lean my forearms onto the table, unable to look anywhere but at her.

“Oh, Honey...”

The endearment slips out before I can stop it.

“I do more than trust you.”

My gaze drifts over her almost involuntarily.

Not in a way that feels crude.

Just...

Taking her in.

The way the sunlight catches her hair.

The way her cheeks pink whenever I compliment her.

The curve of her smile that seems permanently on the verge of making me grin too.

She catches me looking.

One eyebrow arches.

“Are you checking me out over lunch?”