The two were so close that when Vera spoke, her lips brushed against Nathaniel's. The warm, soft touch was as gentle and alluring as a flower petal. He wanted to kiss her again, but she reached out and covered his mouth.
He had grown to absolutely love this feeling of being so close to her. It stirred a tantalizing itch within him, and he simply couldn't get enough.
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. Vera said softly, "You're bleeding."
She had been angry earlier, and in the heat of the moment, she'd bitten down a little too hard, breaking the skin on his lip.
Nathaniel didn't mind continuing to kiss her, but she clearly did, so he would make a small sacrifice and respect her wishes.
After he sat up, Vera used a cotton swab to wipe the blood from his lip. The wound wasn't large, but its location was a bit awkward and still quite noticeable.
Afraid he might say the wrong thing, she coaxed him, "If anyone asks how you hurt your lip, just tell them you bit it by accident, okay?"
