" He did things to her, she realized. Strange, shivery things that left her breathless. He need only to look at her—not in his usual, conversational way, but to really look at her, to let his eyes settle on hers, deeply blue and insightful, and she felt naked, her soul bared. "

― Julia Quinn , The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever (Bevelstoke, #1)