Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole’s gaze drifted over her, catching a glint in her eyes that, for a moment, held all the awe of a shooting star’s descent. His voice softened, his words slipping between them, barely more than a murmur. What’dya wish for?

Her answer lingered between them, elusive, but there was something about the look she gave him—something unguarded, if only for a heartbeat. He felt a grin tug at the corner of his mouth, wry but warm.

Wouldn’t hurt, huh? he echoed, leaning in just enough to meet her eyes fully. So, was it my charm that’s got you thinkin’ about stickin’ around? I gotta know, ‘cause I’ve been known to turn heads now and then.

His tone was light, but his gaze was steady, watching her with genuine curiosity wrapped in his easy drawl. Though you don’t strike me as the type to be swayed that easy.