Kissing Danger
I couldn’t make a guess, even if I wanted to.
Before his hands disappeared from sight, I had managed to view strange tattoos on each of the tops of his fingers, matching the small one right above his eyebrow, which has a slight cut to it. The tattoo depicts some sort of foreign language that practically hurts to look at. And on the left side of his face, a discerning scar from his temple of his jaw.
"Don’t worry yourself with that," he dismisses, although a burning curiosity already starts up within me, whispering of dangerous intentions. "Is Stace asleep?"