" When she turned at the sound of his calling her name, he felt the world tilt a little sideways, and he knew that even if a decade passed before he saw her again, he would still remember every detail of her face—the exact blue of her eyes and the luminous glow of her skin and the delicate arch of her brow. Worse, he suspected he’d still feel the same sensations a decade from now—a dry throat, a pounding heart, and an inability to say a single word. "

― Laura Lee Guhrke , When the Marquess Met His Match (An American Heiress in London, #1)