When sunlight falls just right

“My God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"

That uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again.  "What about them?"

"The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those..."

He reached toward me but then pulled back.

"They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”    ~ Richell Mead, Bloodlines