"I'm not noisy," he said, almost apologetically. "I never have been."
Jackson's smile deepened. "Maybe not before."
Heat flooded his face and he knew that, once again, it was flaming bright red. He touched his hot cheek. "God, I wish I could stop blushing."
Jackson pressed his lips where David's fingers had been. "I love that you blush. I look forward to seeing if it's confined to your face, or if you blush all over."