*Melina*
Leaning back slightly, he peers through the small openings of the mask into my eyes, brackets his hands on either side of my throat, and skims his thumbs along my chin. "After all we have shared thus far, why won’t you reveal yourself to me?"
"Because it will change everything." I mumble.
"Could change everything for the better."
"I don’t think so. I will become self-conscious, uncomfortable. Probably won’t go through with it. But I want very much to be with you." I cradle his jaw. "Still, I need the mystery."
Placing his hand over mine, he holds it in place while he turns his head slightly and presses a kiss to its center. "How will you explain your touched state on your wedding night?"
"I’m not going to marry." I tell him.
His eyes hold mine. "What if you have an offer?"
