" The way her eyes caught the light, the desperation in them . . . he wanted to memorize every nuance of her expression, every curve of her beautiful face. While they had been alone together in the tiny room, if it had not been too dark for him to see her, he surely would have kissed her . . . too dark to see how beautiful she was while he was holding her in his arms, while she was lying against his chest and clinging to his tunic, while he whispered in her ear, his lips touching her hair. He took her face in his hands, caressing her silken skin with his thumbs. She lifted her face to his. "

― Melanie Dickerson , The Beautiful Pretender (A Medieval Fairy Tale, #2)