“My injuries are fine, though I wouldn’t protest if you kissed my scars, just to make them feel better.” There’s mischief in his eyes, and I push at him, laughing lightly. “I bet you would like that.” “I would,” he agrees, a grin spreading across his face. “I promise I would kiss you back anywhere you asked.” “Oh, is that right?” I say jokingly. “Anywhere I’d like?” His expression grows serious. Molten. “Anywhere.”
