Ethan Jenkins's pupils suddenly dilated, and he quickly turned his head away, shifting the burned half of his face to the side, resting it on Jesslyn Derei's shoulder as his hand on her shoulder tightened slightly.
Damn it!
He didn't expect her to suddenly rip off her mask.
"That's better." Jesslyn Derei kissed the mask and, with a flick of her hand, tossed it aside, "Now I can properly kiss you..."
Ethan Jenkins clenched his teeth tightly, his face taut, and the pressure of his hand increased a bit more.
Jesslyn Derei frowned, looking down at the hand grasping her shoulder, "It hurts, but it's comfortable... not here though..."
Her soft hand caressed Ethan Jenkins's, guiding his hand onto her chest before she lifted her misty eyes to look at him...
Suddenly, Jesslyn Derei froze, her hand going stiff.
In her almond-shaped eyes, the haze of confusion swiftly dissipated.
She stared with widened eyes, disbelief taking over as she looked at the profile before her.