“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"
That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over again. "What about them?"
"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”
"Bloodlines" by Richelle Mead
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