A lock of hair fell across his forehead, and a bead of water ran down one cheek. As he swallowed, his gaze traveled across her face, but, rather than feeling self-conscious, she felt, oddly, seen. There was no trace of his usual arrogance or posturing, and, for the first time, she felt like maybe she was truly seeing him too. He licked his lips, and she couldn’t help but follow the movement with her eyes.