En fin, que esta escena me gusta porque me sentí como Anna, una adolescente enamorada de nuevo :P
As my laughter bounces off the curtained walls, Étienne struggles to keep his expression straight. He fails and grins wider because of it.
The sight makes my heart skip a beat, but I must make an odd face, because he covers his mouth.
“Stop staring.”
“What?”
“My teeth.You’re staring at my bottom teeth.”
I laugh again. “Like I have the right to make fun of anyone’s teeth. I can shoot water incredible distances through this gap, you know. Bridge used to tease me all the ti—” I cut myself off, feeling ill. I still haven’t talked to Bridgette.
Étienne lowers his hand from his mouth. His expression is serious, maybe even defensive.
“I like your smile.”
I like yours, too.
But I don’t have the courage to say it aloud.
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