"How could I not?" I asked, my hand still touching his silky smooth skin. I had never seen him actually shave, and yet, there wasn't even a hit of stubble to be seen. "You are stunning."
"I wish," smiled Bin An Sha as he continued to stare at me. "I have scars."
"We all have scars," I murmured in reply. My hand took on a mind of its own and started to make a path from his temple to his jawing, down his neck until it was resting on his bare chest. "It is how we continue to live with our scars that matters the most."
I bit my tongue, wanting to ask a stupid question like… why he was naked… but I really didn't want to bring his attention to his lack of a shirt, just in case he decided to throw one on.
Now, that would have been a crying shame.
My right hand continued to stroke his chest, wishing that I could be doing a bit more.
