“The town called her Buttercake in honor of her sweet cheeks and not the ones on her face.”
“No one had ever said such things to her before. People were intimidated by her self-possession and no-nonsense demeanor. No man would ever dream of calling her adorable, sweet, darling... and certainly no one had ever made her feel that way.”
“And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.”
“There was a sliver of moon and a splash of stars, and the light outlined her face and glistened on the tears that ran like mercury down her cheeks.”
“His face burst into a prism of colors and light as her eyes welled with tears and when they fell down her cheeks it felt like fire.”
“He knelt and bent lower, till her breath warmed his face, and in a moment his cheek was in contact with hers. She was sleeping soundly, and upon her eyelashes there lingered tears...”