He ached for the touch of your lips. He truly did, but much more for the pain that you gave each other. At your command, he stood in front you, his heart in his hands, literally in a cube. A rose between your teeth which he envied, the thorns sticking into your gums. Soon, he pulled you into an embrace, kissing you deeply and passionately as he felt the pain of the thorns of the rose aswell, though he couldn't care less. You had his full attention, that was for sure.