His father used to do this to me when we first met as teenagers at school: He’d give me a look. A warm, soft, caring look and I was a total and utter sucker for it.
It was a look that said ‘I’m only thinking of you’ and made it feel like the rest of the world was dissolving around me.
Daniel does it now. He’s only 8 and he doesn’t know his power just yet, but I’m guessing I’m going to be a TOTAL walkover when his teenage years hit!