Trust (2)

Scarlet regretted telling Ian the dream. All she wanted to do now was cover his mouth or better yet, sew it shut so she didn't have to be questioned about the dream. If only there was a hot needle and thread close by. This was the perfect time for her to do it.

"Careful Scarlet," Ian said, keeping his hands on her waist so she couldn't make a second escape. "If you stare at my lips so much, I can't help but think that you want to kiss them. You are free to do as you want."

"And if I wanted to bite them?" Scarlet asked, wanting to see how far he would let her abuse him. She could step on his shoe and he might enjoy it.

"If that is what you are into, then yes. I would love to show off the marks you make on my lips," Ian answered.

"You, how can you be this way?" Scarlet wondered. He needed to be studied as someone couldn't be this way all the time.

"Because I like you," Ian confessed once more. "You still don't trust me."