His face is just above hers and she can make out such precise details of him that it's slightly staggering to be this close. A cherry red flush to his cheeks, the pale, jagged scar on his left temple. The mercurial grey thinly lining the black of his eyes as he stares at her in almost horrified fascination, the bruised pink of his lips from the kisses. She's enraptured by this, feels him so distant in his beauty, that she touches his warm lips with her thumb to make sure he's not a portrait. 