From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

shifted to a fierce, burning amber. His fingers drifted from the mask and
slowlyy traced the curve of myy cheekbone. Myy skin hummed as his stare
followed the path that his fingertips took. He glided them down myy face
and over myy parted lips. I sucked in a sharp breath, myy chest suddenlyy
feeling too tight.
His chin dipped, and myy breath caught as he lowered his head. Everyy
muscle in myy bodyy seemed to tense with a headyy mix of panic and
anticipation. There was intent in the wayy his lashes lowered, and how he
leaned in. He was going to kiss me. Myy heartbeat danced as his lips glided
across myy cheek, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I knew what I should
do, but I didn’t. Mayybe Hawke had been right when he’d said how I could
have anyything I wanted when, with a mask, I could pretend that no one
knew who I was. He had to be.
Because myy eyyes closed, and I didn’t move. Hawke had been myy first
kiss, but if he kissed me now, this…this would be our real first kiss. He
knew who I was now. He’d seen me unveiled. He knew.
And I wanted this—wanted him.