His eyes kept coming back to the low cut of her gown.

He opened his eyes but kept them on the ceiling and did not look at me.

Her dark eyes kept rolling up to see how I was taking it.

His eyes kept returning to the first line, and the last.

From shadows close at hand, eyes of green fire kept watch through the night.

It was hard to make out much with her eyes kept no higher than knee level.

I could tell from the way his eyes kept returning to Jack.

And his eyes kept trying to go to her belly.

Though he had much to think about, his eyes kept closing of themselves.

Try as I did to avoid them, her eyes kept meeting mine.