A story exerpt

I was working on a story outline and I decided to describe one of the characters from the main character's perspective!

It wasn’t that often that I thought about what HE looked like but it was the closest you could get to perfection. If you looked at him longer than three seconds, it was obvious. Those dark brown eyes looked like they could set you on fire if they gazed at you with anything more than a glance. Those eyebrows were so expressive, framing an authentic edge with cunning and grace. He wore thick-rimmed hipster glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose with underappreciated elegance. He had a sculpted aquiline nose and full lips curled in what I took to be a smile. His hair was swept to one side, neat and groomed, like he just came back from some big award show. He had broad shoulders and chiseled muscular arms that could flip a table laden with a Thanksgiving feast. He smelled good, sometimes like French rose, sometimes vanilla-cinnamon, chocolate truffles or strawberry bonbons. His smile was like the flicker of light across a blade. It was dangerous and sharp, and glowered beautifully forever.

By that point I had realized that I was staring at the floor with a blank expression while he looked at me in concern.
“Are you listening?” he asked, his eyebrows ever so slightly raising upwards. 

For a split second, I was airborne, floating in space like a feather caught in a gust of wind. I could see him staring at me, as if I was an alien. The rush of wind in my ears blocked out every other noise except the racing of my heart. Right before gravity could clear the distance between the ground and me, I swooped up at the last moment. Not once did his gaze waver from my eyes.

Then I hit the ground.

"Are you listening?"

This passage needs more improvement, but it's a sturdy character appearance! I'll try adding to it later!

xoxo,