ACHES

"You're pretty," his fingertips found my jawline, "When you cry."
"Only then?" I smirked, lip quivering. My skin warmed where he touched me. He licked his lower lip, shaking his head. He palpated for my jawbone, tracing it up to my ear.
"Your eyes get all glassy and bright," his other hand brushed over my lower lashes. My breath froze in my lungs as I tried to stay still for him. "Your lips blush up, all flowery and springtime." My lips parted for his thumb, which pulled and pushed my bottom lip.
I was burning from his attentive gaze, his wide-open pupils and concentrated brow. I was convinced he could see the heat coming off me.
"And your skin," he kissed the center of my cheek, open-mouthed and wet. "You taste like the sea."
"I-" Any words I tried to form caught in my tongue as he tasted my skin, inhaling as he moved down my jaw. He exhaled, a sweet breeze, cooling my flushed cheek.
"You're moonlight on water," he kissed my neck. "You're distant rain, clouds falling into the horizon."
I laughed, pulling back to look at him, "What are you, then?"
He shrugged, blinking, "I'm watching."