Jonah sighs, his breath tickling my ear. The feeling gives me goose bumps, but they're not the disgusted kind I might've expected a few weeks ago. In fact, now that I've noticed it... I can't pry my focus away from it. His breathing. It's quiet, steady. I wonder what it would sound like quick and shallow.
He slides his thumbs along my cheekbones, stroking my tears, and the rest of my strength, away. He's treating me so kindly, touching me so gingerly, it makes me want to cry again out of frustration. (page 149)