"Do you regret our kiss?" I asked. "I could never," he said, the words warm and rough. His skin was warm and soft, and he didn't seem self-conscious as I ran my fingertips over an old scar, although he stiffened when I grazed them down over berry-dark nipples where I found twin bolts of gold pierced through, two beads shining on either side. My wandering hands traveled to densely carved muscles and then to the buttons of his waistband.
