He was seated in a big comfy chair in a room with soft light that gave his skin a warm, tanned shade. He had dark hair, maybe even black. It hung down a little over his forehead in a way that made her want to reach out and brush it back. His features were handsome and his eyes, a rich dark brown, peered back at her as if they could see right through her. They gave renewed meaning to the phrase, "bedroom eyes." His lips were curled into a slight smile, inviting her, daring her to look at him.
~The Wild Life by Persephone Jones
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