Chapter 22 Truce

• Hayden was standing in the doorway, making small talks with my mom, and she was laughing at whatever he was saying.
• "Hey," he greeted me as I approached them. He took in my appearance, then laughed. This wasn't one of his fake laughs or smirks. It was a genuine laugh, and he looked really good and handsome.
• My eyes were settled on his cheek, or more precisely, the dimples on his cheeks. This guy was really blessed with good genes.