As my eyelashes flutter open, I see his face move close to mine, poised to steal a kiss. My sleepy smile gets wider when he drops his eyes to my lips, where he keeps his gaze until I give him a good morning grin. The creases around his twinkling eyes deepen with pleasure, and just as I am about to speak my love, he stops me with a heartfelt declaration of his own.
YOU, he says in awe-filled wonderment, have beautiful teeth.
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Errrrr…
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🙂 That’s something to smile about !! 🙂