“…his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.”

“I studied his eyes. They were nearly a color today, a frozen lake reflecting a clear blue...”

“His eyes looked pale green this afternoon, the color of corroded copper.”

“He pumped her roughly, filling the room with the sounds of their breathing and the smell of their sin. She felt drunk, this man’s harsh energy as intoxicating as ten bottles of wine. She stroked his chest and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Spurs, telling him to make it rougher.”

“Behind narrowed lids his eyes were ice, and they followed my every motion...”

“His mood-ring eyes were neutral gray, summer clouds that threatened no rain.”

“His sharp eyes scanned everything, but they didn’t dart. Nothing about him promised sudden movement...”