~his pov~
I leaned away from her, looking down at her. She had just kissed me, her lips were sweet, I kind of wanted to kiss her again. I took my hand, the non-metal one, and ran it by her cheek and through her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Her hair was soft and a strawberry blonde color, it was beautiful with her green-grey eyes.
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. I felt the heat from her cheeks, now a bright red color, on my lips. Her skin was so soft, like a cloud. I pulled away and I felt her grab my metal hand and put it against her burning cheeks. She was so beautiful, but I couldn't feel the heat or softness of her skin. All the nerves in that hand are dead, not allowing me to feel heat or anything really unless it's extream. I pulled my hand away.
"Look, Lissa." I started and she looked away, I saw the sadness that filled her body. It wasn't brain surgery to notice.
"..yeah... I understand." She said and turned quickly on her heels and walked away, leaving small boot prints on the dirty floor.
She didn't even know what I was going to say, she just assumed I was going to reject her. It was sad that she didn't stick around, I was going to tell her that if she wanted to have a partner, I would happily abblige. I had a crush, I couldn't help it.
I just hope that she will be okay. I'll have to yell at her more if it gets me kissed like that. She meant it, even if she didn't want to, I felt it.
