" It is good?”
“Mm,” she said, taking another bite and brushing her palm clean on her bloomers. “Delicious.”
“Dee-lish-us?”
For the space of a heartbeat she forgot to be afraid of him, and a smile spread across her lips before she realized it was coming. When he smiled back at her, the strangest feeling swept over her, an inexplicable warmth. He had smiled at her before, of course, but never like this.
“Delicious,” she repeated. “That means very good, much better than just good.”
His smile didn’t fade, and she found herself fascinated. On a civilized man, that lopsided grin of his could have been heart-stopping. His sharply defined lips lifted lazily at one corner to reveal gleaming white teeth, deep creases bracketing his mouth. "
― Catherine Anderson , Comanche Moon (Comanche, #1)