What choice did she have but to look into his eyes? Well- okay, she could look... over there, but she didn't. His eyes were gorgeous, she remembered with an almost painful realisation.
"You're right, it is cliche," she told him a little coolly but clearly without conviction. She did look down then though. She let his words wash over her. He thought she was gorgeous still, more gorgeous than before. She'd have known if he was lying. Slowly, her lips turned up into a secretive smile.
When he mentioned hurting her she frowned and looked at him. "Monty, it doesn't hurt," she told him. "It's uncomfortable on my back and my breasts are tender, but-" she pressed his hand firmly onto her belly, "it's just like it would have been." Was that why he was always so hesitant to touch her?