"The toast is burning."

Natasha watched his mouth move. God, he had such a beautiful mouth. Which was odd because his lips weren't full or bowed like hers. They were thinner, harder and capable of such cruelty. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure why she thought his mouth was so lovely. She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes trying to decide why she thought this fact was true. It was probably a combination of the perfect amount of lines fanning out from the edges of his ...