Then she blinked, turning that heavenly look on him, and any control Devon felt he had over the conversation completely unraveled, becoming a tangle of emotion deep inside his heart. “Your eyes are like a sky spun by wild and beautiful wings,” he said. She stared at him with alarmed confusion. “My eyes are spinning?” He grinned. “No, spun as in weaving, magic weav— I’m trying to be charming here.”
