Orion stood still while Syraah painted her tribal designs on his upper body and face. As she carefully brushed his skin, goosebumps began to rise. His body reacted to the simplest touch from her. He couldn't tell if his reaction was because his skin had newly healed or because of the gentleness of this woman. She could see the changes in his skin with each stroke of paint.
"Are you still cold?" She asked without breaking her focus on painting. Orion smiled at how dedicated she was.
"No. I am fine." He said, then breathed out slowly.
"Your skin has prickles." She smiled playfully.
"Your painting job is tickling me." He smirked.
"Hmm… I am sorry" She said a she continued her work without ever stopping.
"No need to be sorry. I never said it was a bad thing." He explained as she nodded in agreement and remained silent, focusing on her work.
