He sat back down in the chair beside me and gazed at me with baby blue eyes that were framed in such thick lashes it made it hard not to sigh.
Um, what? Why would the bristly hairs sticking out the end of his eyelids make you want to sigh? What is that even . . . ?
I'll tell you what makes me want to sigh - this author's writing. And it's not a good sigh, either.