"Time has not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspects of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips-twister up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead-patiently obscured by a tangle or rain-darkened bronze hair. I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary…It was a face of any male model in the world would trade his soul for.”