This is a scene by the lovely CL Stone... just tweaked a bit to indulge me :-)
The corner of his mouth lifted. "We never had a girl before. They weren't prepared."
I blushed. A finger betrayed me, fluttering up to my lip to pinch it to my teeth.
"Unfortunately I believe that's our problem now. The boys don't know how to respond to you." The smile lifted higher. He turned to me, his fingers reaching out lightly trace along my cheek. "I don't think I was prepared for you, either."
"What do you mean?" My skin tingled where he touched.
He turned his head, taking back his hands to remove his glasses. Without them, his face was softer, the perfect angles beautiful. He bent forward, as he leaned close to me, his face inches from mine. His gray eyes sought out mine again, now uncontested and breathtaking. "In the past few weeks, I've seen this little girl take on an entire school where the boys won't leave her alone, a principal and a vice principal are hell-bent on taking her down with us, withstand hours of torture from her own mother, and a host of other problems crashing around her, only to bravely turn around and willingly want to face off again for the most unselfish reasons." He leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine so lightly, I wondered if I just imagined it. It was something I wasn't expecting and enough to get my heart racing. As he leaned back again, his smile filled in fully. "You're the strongest little beautiful creature I've ever met."