There’s a faint dark bruise beneath his left eye, and I have the strangest impulse to kiss him there. My lips twitch with that secret knowledge. “What is it?” he asks, amused by me. I shake my head. He’s way too perceptive. “Nothing. It’s not important.” “Tell me.” His voice is steady, and sure when I feel anything but. “I just had this strange reaction—I wanted to kiss your black eye and make it feel better.” His gaze locks onto mine, his blue eyes dark and filled with emotion as he watches me. “My eye feels fine, but I could think of a few other places that I’d like your kisses.”
