" Open your eyes, honey.” Her stomach tightened at the endearment. She was powerless against the emotion raging inside her. It felt wonderful and terrible and scary. “Lucas.” Nothing more than a whisper. “Open your eyes,” he said. “See what’s right in front of you.” She obeyed his request. What was this spell he’d cast? She wanted to fall into the depths of his eyes and get lost. She wanted to touch his jaw and feel the roughness against her fingers. But before she could follow the impulse, he closed the distance between them. And his lips touched hers, gentle and slow. "
― Beth Webb Hart , Wedding Machine / The Convenient Groom