The Commander looked into her eyes as she whispered the words, "My commander," and slowly she saw his lips move and a warm smile appear on his face. John had intense obsidian eyes, his face possessed perfect symmetry, his nose was perfectly aligned, his chin strong, and his thick dark eyebrows framed his face. His dark hair was so silky, and she gently touched his face, feeling the beginnings of his stubble. She felt the roughness against her fingers, then leaned in and breathed in his ...