QUOTE : I’m not looking at them,” Jamie says softly. “I’m looking at you.”<br /><br />When I bring my eyes up, I’m looking at him, too.<br /><br />Like, <i>really</i> looking at him. It’s hard to breathe when all the colors of his face are so rich and intoxicating—pale blue eyes, a honey tan, and dark chocolate hair. How could someone so beautiful be looking at me the way he is, with half of a smile and affection in his gaze? What does he see?<br /><br />And then I realize. He sees the same thing I see when I look at him.<br /><br />He sees something beautiful.