Jayce
She looked frantic and fidgety as if she stabbed me with a sword when all she had done was press my chest a little. The catch was that there was no wound where she touched. However, I enjoyed every second of it. After all, it was done for that purpose only.
The web of worry and concern spiralling in her beautiful sky-blue eyes, the slightly widened pupils and her uneven breath, all of it, induced by me, happened because of me, not caring about the effect it was subjecting to me.
Should I really carve out my chest's skin, where she touched? A little blood, a little ribbon of flesh. I wonder if her eyes will create another beautiful picture by then or if she will shed tears for me. How would that feel? Currently, every tendon of mine shook with ecstasy and bliss when I saw her wor
