"Mmm," Sholeh agreed, nuzzling his cheek still. His skin was smooth against hers, save the soft ridge that followed his cheekbone up and provided a slight contrast. "I see."

Or she was just making words, one of those.

Her head was slightly tilted, baring the side of her neck, her hair tossed over her other shoulder. If Evan looked at the back of her neck, he'd spot a smattering of golden freckles on the skin there.

"I like it..." The book again. Really.