It was curious, really, to see his face like this. Stoic, like marble. Not a hint of the aggression I so often saw on display. Just a furrow of the brows to indicate confusion and still that glint in his eye, filled with childlike wonder. Something in my eyes gave him the permission to run those feather light fingers back up both of my arms this time, and his fingers stopped just near my breasts, brushing the sides. I inhaled sharply and my eyes shot to his.