Because I kind of want it here, too. And this pairing gives me the feels.
At the moment, his eyes are near-golden, amber and brilliant and even soft as they look into yours, directly with no shades. He had removed them only moments before, setting the glasses carefully onto the table as he graces your cheek with a light touch. You’re shivering, fists clenched and trembling as they grip at the blankets beneath you. His hand brushes against the collar of your shirt; your gaze shifts to the side, wide and frantic with a mix of want and need, confusion and desire.