I've been reading the novel The Hazards of Good Breeding by Jessica Shattuck. It's not really holding my interest but I'm plod through it since I'm more than one-third of the way in. But I sat up when I came across this nugget last night while reading:
"Caroline rolls her head in Rock's direction and looks up at his face, which from this angle, looks once again less familiar--a little weary, older, and sharper. She can see the stubble along his jawline. 'No, you won't,' she says, brushing a piece of lint off his tuxedo jacket. 'You'll be cool.'"