“Please look at me, Kel,” Cleon asked. She was ready to refuse, but he’d said “please.” It would be churlish not to look up, so she did, meeting his gray eyes with her hazel ones. He was smiling. That was a dirty trick. It was impossible to remind him she was a fellow squire, sexless, when he smiled with so much liking that her insides melted. He lowered his head just a few inches to press his mouth to hers. Oh, my, thought Kel.
