“Your skin is like starlight,” I whisper, and I mean that. It's not a line. I feel like even in here, with barely any real light to see by, that this woman glows. Or maybe that's just me being corny again? “Fuck, Ran,” she whispers back, digging her fingertips into the back of my neck, slanting our lips together for a kiss. “You can't say things like that to me.” “Why not?”
