he pulled her close for a hug , so grateful she 'd married his cousin . i was afraid my blush would give me away if i looked at his face . dark hair threaded with streaks of golden brown lay in loose waves around his neck , nearly to his bulging shoulders . just after three in the afternoon . every day , we choose not to live that way . also '' - he shrugged - `` you 're a beautiful liar . her steps were slow , but not once did she turn away . 