"What do you think you're doing?"
I pursed my lips and averted my eyes. "Marveling at your beauty?"
He gazed at me intently before letting my wrist go. Gosh. Why did he dislike someone noticing his scar when it was waving right in front of my eyes?
"Does it hurt?" I blurted out when I mustered enough courage to face him. "That scar, I mean."
"No."
A frown turned up on my face. This was my time to redeem my disgraceful image and to take more advantage of him. If only he would just let me. Wait. Since when did I need his permission to let me in? I'll just force myself in.
My eyes glinted with determination as I suddenly cupped his jaw and grinned mischievously. His brows knitted.
"What are you planning?" he inquired while narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"I know it hurts," I asserted, leaning forward and planting a kiss on his scar. "So a kiss of healing potion for you."
