“Um … ” How did she explain all the things she was thinking? “That you’re really cute,” she said, heart starting to beat harder, “and I was remembering — I read once that if you look into a person’s eyes long enough you can, um, you can get emotionally attached.”
“I think we’re already there, don’t you?” He arched an eyebrow, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips as he leaned back against the sofa. “And thank you – I’m still not used to compliments, Summer.”
Her mouth twitched mischievously. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes,” she began solemnly. “The dimples when you smile — really smile — are totally unfair, and so is the way your hair curls.” She started to grin. “Your voice is like audible candy, the planes of your face make you look like a Greek sculpture, you’re generous and good-hearted and geeky and tall and fantastic — ” She trailed off.