“How could Rose think anything else? Because as she held the rose in her hands, delicate as a beating heart, and looked up at the boy in front of her, she wondered how someone like him could possibly exist. Hart wasn't like any other boy she'd met. He wasn't like the boys out at the party, at least. He was charming and earnest and gorgeous and he had a head full of flowers.”
Book:Of Earthly Delights