DARIAN POV
There’s something about the way a smile works that tells you more than words ever could.
The twitch at the corner of lips, the split-second lag before it lands, the way it stretches too wide or not far enough.
And Sammy’s?
Goddess. It was gorgeous, mesmerizing—dimples, light, enough to stop traffic—but it was off. Just a hair too practiced, too polished. Like glass held up to the sun: it caught the light, but it wasn’t warm.
I Caught the little droplets of sweat forming in the hand I was holding.
I caught the faint twitch of her fingers before she tucked them against her thigh, caught the way her pulse jumped under her skin even as her mouth curved like she’d been doing it forever. And maybe she had. But not for me.
And when she said it—if—when she teased about maybe mark
