His chest was so warm, and she had this crazy urge to run her fingers and trace circles around his peck. Now that he had brought her hands there, Aaliyah allowed herself to admire the drawings that were around his breasts.
Tattoos.
It was so intricately carved on his chest, and it looked like a strange animal possessing wings. Before she could take a deeper look at it, his grip around her wrist tightened forcing her eyes back to his face.
She had gotten carried away. But wasn't that a good thing?
This should help convince him even more that she could see nothing and he should stop insisting on it.
But then again, would he stop being so nice if he decided she couldn't see it?
What Baffled Aaliyah the most about all this was how her hand passed through the mysterious and glowing Maqbeth. And... Was why a Maqbeth stuck to his chest? Could it be...the handle of a dagger?
"I'm tired, Alastair," She said softly and looked away.
