"His chin dominated the lines of pain around his mouth, forcing them up into his forehead and the corner of his eyes, like fear that cannot be shown in public.
‘Come and sit on my lap close to me,’ he said softly, ‘and let me see about your lovely mouth.’
She came over and sat there and while the dripping slowed down outside—drip—driip, she laid her lips to the beautiful cold image she had created.
Presently she kissed him several times in the mouth,her face getting big as it came up to him; he had never seen anything so dazzling as the quality of her skin,"
Tender Is the Night, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via man-of-prose)