For a moment the eyes of the two men held.

He wanted to turn away but her eyes held him.

Her dark eyes held his, and she seemed to be trying to find words.

I turned my face toward him, and our eyes held.

His eyes held those of the old man for a long moment, before he looked away.

As he took her hands in his, their eyes met and held.

I would have turned away but his eyes held me until the job was done.

Their eyes held for a moment, and then she turned away.

Our eyes held for a moment, and he turned his attention back to the road.

She knew what the question was and her eyes held no fear, only need.