Ryan blushed. “Stop smiling. It’s making my brain wander,”
(Crawls up from the pits of hell I LIVE BITCHES. I LIVE WITH A NEW PHONE.)
She jolted back dramatically, looking hurt. 'Oh I'm sorry, I thought you liked my smile.' Even in writing she was still sassy.
“Well you thought wrong. I do not like your smile.” He tried to hold back his own smile. “I love it,”