" He was leaning over me, resting on his elbow. Sleepy smile, eyes hazy with want.
His hair had fallen forward into his face, and I reached up to push it back so I could see his eyes…and, for the first time, as my hand grazed his scarred cheek, he didn’t flinch. His smile didn’t falter and he didn’t duck his head. He didn’t turn away. Instead, he stayed right there with me. "

― Tracy Wolff , Crave (Crave, #1)