Then I don't think this will hurt....
“So tell me. What exactly do you want to do to me?” I ask the masked man. A hint of seductiveness lacing my voice.
“Not now” He retorts coldly.
“But you do like me.” I state as I walking over to him.
“..... Yes”
“Then I don’t think this would hurt”
I stand in front of him and reach up for the orange mask. His hand grasps my wrist firmly in warning yet I push through his grip and delicately touch the mask concealing his face. Sliding it upwards ever so carefully exposing his scarred lips.
Standing on my tiptoes I move my hand to the side of his face and kiss him. I feel his arms snake around my waist and pull me close. His mouth responded in unison to my touch deepening our kiss. Our lips lock in a battle of lust. I can feel his breath quicken. His body responding to the touch of a woman as if he longed for more. Yet he pulls back within moments.
One hand reaches up and recovers his face.
“I wouldn’t do that again if I were you” He states calmly.
I can hear the smile behind the mask.
“And why not?” I reply back.
I can't see his face. But I can feel the smirk that forms on his lips. The roll of his eyes and the light blush on his scarred face.
The silence is deafening but what's unspoken means all.