Why did Hobi get the feeling she didn’t believe him? He looked for a place to pull over. When he had found an opening, he took it. He pulled smoothly into a parking space a moment later. He reached over and yanked her sun visor down. With the flick of a finger, he flipped the cover up to reveal the mirror.
“Look at yourself,” he commanded.
She glanced at him in surprise. “What?”
“In the mirror, look at your beautiful self. And tell me what you see.”
She looked at him instead.
“Start with that adorable divot in your chin.” He reached out and pressed the tip of his finger into it. All morning, he’d been resisting the impulse to kiss it.
She couldn’t look away from his eyes. They were smiling as he adored her dimple. She was melting again. And the touch of that finger on her chin was doing strange things to her insides. Then he ran his thumb over it too. And sent a million tiny tingles down into her nerves. Excited, they began to chatter to all their friends of the ecstasy his touch evoked.
Embarrassed, she pulled her eyes away from his and glanced up into the mirror in front of her. She did look at her dimple first. She wanted to know if the fire he’d caused on the inside of her was evident on her skin. But the chin facing her was the same old chin she’d always had. How could that be? She felt as if, during the course of their short acquaintanceship, Hobi had already begun to change her on the inside. How could her skin be unaffected?
Her eyes traveled upward from her round chin to her thin lips. She glanced at Hobi’s full lips. She wished she had gorgeous lips too. But hers nearly disappeared when she smiled. Better to move on. She studied her long, straight nose. It was the first thing she usually noticed about herself. She wished it were a little softer, not quite so sharp. Her eyes traveled farther up until she was staring into them. She sighed. Dark brown eyes. Just like everyone else. How did Hobi’s eyes manage to look so different?
She glanced at him.
“Nope. Not at me. Look at yourself.”
Eyes back on her own face. This was boring her. She’d rather look at Hobi. She sighed. She would finish humoring him. She had midnight eyebrows and a normal forehead. She guessed. What did most foreheads look like? She turned her focus on Hobi. But she still couldn’t see his forehead. It was covered by his adorable fringe. Her eyes traveled back to the mirror. Her hair was pretty enough, she supposed. Though, there again, not unusual. Dark hair was common. She had an abundance of midnight waves; they fell several centimeters past her shoulders.
“What’s the verdict?” Hobi suddenly asked.
She met his gaze and shrugged.
“I guess my cheeks aren’t too chubby anymore.”
Hobi’s mouth dropped open. “You just stared at your cute self for a whole minute, and that’s the best you could come up with?”
She shrugged.
He shook his head. This wasn’t working. He’d have to get them to the stadium first. He turned on the car and pulled out into traffic after checking his blind spot.
But hers was so much bigger than his.
