As she looked up, she saw his face right before her eyes and unwittingly broke into a smile.
Their distance was so close, their noses almost touching. Tara Summer carefully examined every detail of the man's face.
His skin was delicate, with absolutely no pores, his eye sockets were deep, his nostrils tall, and his lips thin and handsome. The man's features were so perfect that they aroused envy in anyone who saw him.
Even as a woman, Tara couldn't help but be jealous.
She raised her hand, afraid to wake him, and gently touched his face. Her nose lightly brushed his, and a hint of a smile appeared on her slightly flushed lips.
"Liam Yancey..." She called out softly in a husky voice. Seeing that he didn't stir, she moved even closer to him until she was leaning completely against him, "Yancey, Liam Yancey...Liam Yancey..."
She repeatedly murmured his name as if she had become addicted to it. One of her hands toyed with his jet-black hair, twirling it around her little finger.
