" Drew was focused on a hundred details at once: like the fact that her hand had dropped to his, and that her body was pressed up against his side; that her fingers were warm in the cool night air, and that her skin looked silver in the moonlight. Drew’s gaze flickered up. The bruise on Tess’s jaw was gone, her blue eyes dark and entrancing.
“So are you going to do it?” she asked.
Drew frowned. “Do what?”
“Jesus, Drew,” she said with a nervous laugh. “You gonna kiss me or not?”
His hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him. Tess’s eyes widened, lips parting.
“Yeah,” Drew whispered. “I am... "

― Danika Stone , Icarus