And this is the potency a first kiss should have: it should be earned. The moments leading up to it should be as tense as a crossbow drawn back. The reader should want it as badly as the hero and hero...
Something was stirring in him, though; a bud of comprehension that could very well bloom into forgiveness if left unchecked.
Her laugh was wonderful. It was mischief made musical.
He wished for access to all the world's languages at once, for then he would have a better word for how he felt and what she was.
But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.