she turned as they reached the door , placing a hand on his chest . my mouth dropped open , not because he 'd picked up on my train of thought so perfectly , but because he 'd left out that little tidbit of information somewhere along the way . he is as tortured as i am . his jacket was open and hanging off his shoulder . so , do you want to eat at six-thirty , seven ? my mouth dropped open at the sight of just how beautiful she was . 