The cold wind bit at her neck and his words drowned her thoughts.
We'll be together, forever.
Derek was like a dark river. Blinding, deafening — a heavy current of water crashing over her head.
She wasn't all leather and red. Things got to her, although she would never admit it. Sentimentality had wrapped itself around her waist, a snug fit. And when she recoiled, it wasn't out of disgust, but fear.
Leon's skin was weathered. She felt her hand twitch into motion, like it was separate from the rest of her body, to touch his face and caress the lines that were starting to appear, but she stopped herself. Looking at him was like looking in a mirror and she tried her best never to do that or at least not long enough to see the damage. "Open your eyes,"
But she had been watching him through the cracks of her eyelashes all along.