My enemy came to my house today, all b€at 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 ! disinfected the cut on his cheek. It was clear he was hurting but was trying to not show it. "You know," He says, distracting himsel. "You have some pretty lips." his gaze falls on them. "Keep still." My command send shivers down his spine "So you like my lips?” He sighs "Yes I do. Now shut up before I show you what I like about them”