" You win.” He sighs.
My head snaps up.
“I’ll loan you the lights.”
“Loan them to me?” Hope blooms in my chest.
“Yes, loan them. Just stop making that sad face.” He reaches over the table and brushes his thumb across my bottom lip.
I sit there shocked by the action.
“Your pout is adorable but it’s also effective. "

― Mink , Snow Angel