His lips, his tongue. The last time he kissed her, the times he no longer won't. It's a game, a dumb joke--but the place in his heart she occupied is too fresh of a hole. And quickly, it isn't a joke anymore.
He thinks about anywhere on his face, looking at each cheek, finding his way back to Inigo's gaze. His smile dropping to a sentimental note, along with his hand.
"--Sorry. Can you give me a pass on that one, Your Highness? I might fall impossibly in love with you if I did," he jokes mirthlessly. "I'm a weak guy."
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His lips, his tongue. The last time he kissed her, the times he no longer won't. It's a game, a dumb joke--but the place in his heart she occupied is too fresh of a hole. And quickly, it isn't a joke anymore.
He thinks about anywhere on his face, looking at each cheek, finding his way back to Inigo's gaze. His smile dropping to a sentimental note, along with his hand.
"--Sorry. Can you give me a pass on that one, Your Highness? I might fall impossibly in love with you if I did," he jokes mirthlessly. "I'm a weak guy."