Fay

“Mara, I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. And when you're ready for me to show you," he said, brushing my hair to the side, "I'm going to kiss you." His thumb grazed my ear and his hand curved around my neck. He leaned me backward and my eyes fluttered closed. I breathed in the scent of him as he leaned in and kissed the hollow under my ear. My pulse raced under his lips.
"And I won't settle for anything less.”
― Michelle Hodkin, The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

“But
he had the kindest face in the world, with big, dark eyes and buzzed-cut
brown hair.”
― S.C. Stephens, Thoughtless

“... And the boy whose hair remained the color of lemons forever.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you.”
― Cynthia Hand, Hallowed