I'd seen those smiles. In movies.

I flinched, my gaze clashing with Samson's. A mocking smile on his face, he held up a glass in cheers. I looked away.

Rohan strummed the opening chord, his head bent forward in concentration, cocking a hip to better adjust for the weight of the guitar. Looking down at the instrument through half-lowered lashes, his hair falling forward, he had the tiniest smile on his face.

Barely blinking, barely breathing, I let the song flow ...