eyes. He rested his chin against the claw of his hand, his dark hair falling over his brow. He looked like a petulant boy, forced to endure niceties, brooding in all black. Painfully, unfairly handsome. He must have felt me watching him, because when he raised his gaze to mine, light returned to his eyes, the elusive half smile tugging at his mouth.
I love a little caught me staring
