" You need to stop frowning so much,” I said, squeezing her wrist. “You’re getting wrinkles.”

“Ha!” she guffawed, squeezing my hand where it rested on her arm. “I smiled too much when I was younger. I’m just trying to reverse the damage.”

I chuckled as her eyes fell to the magazines in my arm.

“Are those for me?”

“Hmm… that depends. When’s the last time you stole someone’s pudding?”

“Last week,” she confessed, her gray eyes almost a silver as she leaned in conspiratorially. “But it was a vanilla one, so does it even count? "

― Kandi Steiner , On the Rocks (Becker Brothers, #1)