My enemy came to my house today, all beat up.

He didn't want to talk about it so I didn't press him.

Instead I decided to take care of him.

He groaned in pain as I disinfected the cut on his cheek.

It was clear he was hurting but was trying not to show it.

"You know," He says, distracting himself.

"You have some pretty lips." His gaze falls on them

"Keep still," *My command set shivers down his spine."

"So you like my lips?" I say

He sighs

"Yes I do. Now shut up before I show you what I like about them."