He was beautiful as sin. The kind of beauty you would only want to gaze upon for eternity. Just one more glimpse, and another, and another, until all that remained were the elegant lines of his face and the sharpness of his jaw. She carved a picture of him in her mind; she would never forget. How could she, really ? Fine features smoothed by sleep, jet black hair to die for, and shaped eyebrows that could probably paint a hundred emotions. He smelt heavenly, a mixture of subtle masculinity and reassurance wrapped up over his fair skin. His lips were set in a gentle pout, relaxed and delicious looking, just like the sharp set of his jaw. And he was currently sleeping upon her shoulder... in the train. I could not find the creator of that pic, but is inspired this entire story so whoever you are, thank you !