What is that from? She asked, as she gently traced his scar with affection and wonder. He hesitated to answer. He watched her first, then saw the expression in her eyes. He almost forgot to breathe. Damn she is so beautiful...why do I ache for her even in her presence? - he said to himself. She watched him, loving how boyish he looked when pensive. She loved him more than she knew.
He took her finger, held it to his lips, and closed his eyes as he answered - Does it matter? She looked at the finger still touching his lips and answered - Yes. Then I will tell you every story of every scar you wish...on one condition - he said with a longing whisper. She frowned and pouted at this, almost like a child - Fine - she said slightly annoyed followed by a sigh. What is it?
This is when he took her finger and kissed it slowly, while watching her expression change. The condition is that you let me love each of yours with my lips, the same way your lovely fingers have loved mine. Her eyes widened, swelling with affectionate tears masked only by her long eye lashes. He gazed in awe, realizing their mutual admiration for not just the beauty they could see, but the beauty others had failed to notice.
She leaned closely, taking his finger to her lips, and then with determination - Then this is our promise...when shall we begin? He smiled his wicked smile just then, the one she knew she loved from the start, the one which meant nothing good could come from it...in the most harmless of ways, followed by lips...searching for scars.
