Yet he had smiled at her...
This had been a full-faced, radiant smile, curving his mouth, crinkling his eyes at the corners, brightening his whole face. All the dark, forbidding harshness had fled, to be replaced by a beauty full of light and warmth and potential laughter.
It had been somehow, strangely, more intimate than any of their couplings had been. Something deep within him, some joy brighter than the sun, had reached out to envelop her, to enfold her more closely than arms...
He had smiled at her.
From Slightly Married, by Mary Balogh. This book is incredibly romantic. Treat yourself this weekend!
All my best,