Roan Parrish

there’s the moment when things are separate, and the moment when they’re one thing, and you have to watch the whole time to see that instant when one becomes the other.”

Corbin’s smile was dangerous. It was slow and warm as fresh-baked bread, and then you saw teeth. A little crooked, charmingly overlapping in the front. The best smile Alex had ever seen. He was nervous what he might do to elicit another smile like that.