“A blush of breeze rose from the grass. Jacob felt as if an angel's wing had beat against his cheek. He touched his cheek slowly. He felt embarrassed by the thought. "That I should think an angel came to me."… — Noah Benshea Copy Share Image
“His cheek touched mine as he spoke, his five o'clock shadow brushing lightly against my ear. I gripped the leathers seat below me, holding on desperately as though I'd melt to a puddle on the floor mats if I let… — Nicole Castle Copy Share Image
