"His finger floated across her cheek to her temple, and then from there traced her eyebrow, ruffling the soft hairs as it moved to the bridge of her nose. "So pretty," he said softly, "like a storybook fairy. Sometimes I think you couldn't possibly be real." Her only reply was a quickening of breath. "I think I'm going to kiss you," he whispered. "You think?" "I think I to kiss you," he said, looking as if he couldn't quite believe his own words. "It's rather like breathing. One doesn't have much choice in the matter." Benedict's kiss was achingly tender. -Benedict & Sophie"