“No one’s ever looked at me the way you do. Like... I don’t know.” Mateo’s voice was so soft he hardly heard him. But he had, and Josiah’s face flamed with heat.
"Sorry. I didn’t mean...” No other words would come so he started to roll over instead.
“No.” Mateo’s voice stopped him. “It makes me feel like I’m somethin’.”
Gaaah. I love this book so hard.