He had tousled dark hair of the deepest jet, brown skin and a face surely chiseled from granite, with broad cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose (from a break?) and a square jaw dusted with a dark stubble. His lips were red, plump and lush, and the softest thing about him. His eyes... Melting faster. Eyes the same frosted shamrocks as Angel’s glittered with affection as he helped an old man walk across the room and ease into the seat next to Angel.
