I laugh. “Why not? It’s just a smile.”
He shakes his head, looking down at his notebook. “It’snotjust a smile.”
“What do you mean?” I step closer to him.
He scribbles something in his notebook, then looks up at me, his eyelashes gently framing bright blue eyes that look stunning in the sunlight.
“You have a beautiful smile, Rose. It was one of the reasons why I became so crazy about you.”
I blink, taken aback by his admission.
He drags a hand through his hair not looking at me. “I don’t want others to fall in love with you. I want it to be only me.”
“I’m sure that won’t happen. No guy has ever approached me before.”
Heath sighs heavily and finally meets my gaze. “If they do, I will break their jaw.”
I wince. “That’d be painful.”
He nods. “Exactly.”
After our conversation, people begin to stop by our stall. It's only girls who linger across the table, eyeing my boyfriend, but he spares them not a glance. If anything, he’s focused on helping me pack their orders and ringing them up quickly, keeping the momentum going. As they leave, the disappointment is clear on their faces.
I almost feel bad for them, but he’s mine.
A few guys make their way to our table and Heath stiffens beside me. I glance at him and he’s glaring at them.
Clearing my throat, I shoot them a tiny smile and show them around the table.
“I’d like a few blueberry muffins,” A guy with dark brown hair and good looks says, meeting my gaze.
“Sure.” I turn around to grab the bag, but my face collides with a wall of muscle. Heath stretches his arm around me, grabbing a few muffins and packing them into a box swiftly, all while my face is pressed against his chest. “Here you go.”
The guy pays, and Heath quickly rings him up and they’re gone.
I rub my nose and peek up at him. “What was that?”
Heath takes my hand and brings it down from my nose and inspects it himself. “What was what, Rose?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” I say.
His lips twitch as he caress my nose, the itch soothens. “I just served a customer.”
“The customerIwas going to serve.”
“Too bad, I was quick,” he pecks the tip of my nose.
I melt in him. “You don’t have to be jealous.”
“I’m not.”
I frown. “Why’s that?”
“Because no one is taking you from me.”
“You sound confident.”
“I am,” He smiles down at me.
