[If there's one thing the whole 'suicide mission' drilled home, it's that there may very well not be any such things as 'second chances'. Ever.]
[His arm slips around her waist, bringing them closer still. He likes it. Human bodies seem to me so much more sensitive -- the softer skin feeling every touch more keenly. His thumb strokes slowly over her cheek. Not a single scratch in its wake.]
[Then he sucks in a breath, sharply, and once again tries to angle his head away from the scarring. Back to the lips.]
[ACTION]
[His arm slips around her waist, bringing them closer still. He likes it. Human bodies seem to me so much more sensitive -- the softer skin feeling every touch more keenly. His thumb strokes slowly over her cheek. Not a single scratch in its wake.]
[Then he sucks in a breath, sharply, and once again tries to angle his head away from the scarring. Back to the lips.]