Aries and Joaquin dined peacefully, talking casually like most husbands and wives would do. After finishing their meal, instead of going outside for a walk, Aries told him to stay as the maid finally brought the medicine kit for the scratches on Joaquin's knuckles.
"I always find your hands pretty," she spoke to end the silence, eyes focused on putting ointment on Joaquin's knuckles. "They were large and a little intimidating. At first, it made me think they were large enough to snap my neck. However, whenever you touch me… these hands, although rough and I could feel your calluses on my skin…"
Aries paused and glanced up at him. "They were surprisingly gentle. Sometimes, possessive. But it had a good balance, making me lose my mind whether or not I want to be held tight enough until I feel suffocated or gentle enough to feel your warmth." She smiled subtly, telling him the words which were meant for another man.
