My Book Boyfriend (85)

My Book Boyfriend is a weekly meme hosted by Missie of The Unread Reader and co-hosted by Lesley of My Keeper Shelf, in which we swoon over boys in books!
(I--as in me, Amy--don't like to use commercial photos, I like to use the authors' descriptions and my imagination.)

Tom Rowland

Book: Faithful by Janet Fox

Series: Faithful

A young man of eighteen, who dreams of becoming a wildlife biologist in the early 1900’s. His eyes are the color of the sea when it’s stormy, a peculiar changeable gray with a hint of green. He has blond hair with a stubborn lock that constantly falls across his forehead, a wonderful smile that will make your heart melt and he towers over nearly everyone in the room. His movements are athletic, yet graceful.  He doesn't are much for what society thinks, and believes that humans should leave nature alone.

Quotes:

That errant lock of hair fell across his forehead. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He looked at his hands that worked the canvas bag he held, kneading it like dough. “I think we got off on the wrong foot here. Can I make it up to you? Maybe we can start over.” He pointed down the hill to the hotel. His clear sea-grey eyes met mine and my stomach flipped. “So, Miss Bennet, could I buy you an ice cream this evening after supper?”

He laughed and stopped walking. I felt a wash of relief and faced him and smiled. I liked the way he threw his head back and how his laugh sounded deep and genuine. Our eyes met and I could scarcely breathe from the joy of it.

He started to laugh. “Maggie, what are you trying to say?” “I want to know. Am I a friend?” I asked. I looked up at him, at that impertinent lock of hair, at his smiling eyes. “A good friend? Like Kula?” “More than that, I hope. More than good,” he said. He reached out to me and drew me to him. I looked up into his eyes, and he kissed me then, and it was like no kiss I’d ever felt. Deep and pure and filled with longing, as he pressed me to his chest.