" I can’t even see your face.”
A strange chill still curled off of him like smoke and even though the glass garden was teeming with little lights, shades veiled him.
“Is that what you want?” he said. “Would it make you trust me?”
“It would be a start.”
“You are impossible to please.”
I said nothing. Amar leaned forward, and I felt the silken trails of his hood brush across my neck. My breath constricted. “Is that what you want? An unguarded gaze can spill a thousand secrets.”
“I would know them anyway,” I said evenly.
I waited for him to dissuade me, but when he remained silent, I reached out. Amar stood still, lean muscles tensed beneath his clothes. I could hear his breathing, see his chest rising and falling, smell that particular scent of mint and smoke that hung around him. Slowly, I untied the ends of the dove-gray hood. Small pearls snagged against the silk of his covering.
Suddenly, his hands reached around my wrist.
“I trust you,” he said. "

― Roshani Chokshi , The Star-Touched Queen (The Star-Touched Queen, #1)