Amethyst
She felt the heat rise into her cheeks under his cool gaze. The moonlight illuminated the forest, getting caught in the branches of the trees, leaving streaks of silver on the damp floor. She wanted more than anything to look up at him—to meet his gaze—but something was stopping her; she couldn't name what it was. She suddenly wished that she hadn't made that remark about amethyst being her favorite gemstone.