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Steve wore a sanguine smile.
Danny knew enough to be afraid. Be very afraid. “What’s with the face?” he carefully asked.
“I don’t have a face,” Steve practicably refuted.
“Yes, you do. I’m currently looking at it. And it’s worrying.” He paused. “Just tell me. Are you going to make anything blow up? Do I need to duck and run? Should I get Grace and Charlie to a bomb shelter? Just give it to me straight.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “So melodramatic.”
“You bring it out in me, babe. So, what’s with the smile?”
“I’m not allowed to smile?” Steve asked in mock outrage.
“Of course, you are, but it’s a smile that I’ve only seen very rarely on your face, so it has me curious.”
Steve took a step closer, so Danny could feel him breathe. “I’m smiling because I know what’s going to happen when I do this.”
Before Danny could question it, Steve was leaning down and pressing his lips against Danny’s.
He was shocked, but Danny quickly returned it. He wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
When Steve separated, that same sanguine grin was on his face. “I noticed you staring at me. I was pretty sure you wouldn’t punch me in the face for kissing you.”
Danny thought about trying to act indignant, but what was the point? “No? Well, I might punch you in the face if you don’t kiss me again,” he threatened.
“Easy enough to fix,” Steve whispered, bending down and taking his lips into another scorching kiss that made Danny’s toes curl.
Maybe some of Steve’s smiles and faces didn’t always spell out danger for him and Hawaii.