Scaramouche smiled, and his eyes sparkled with amusement. He placed a hand back over your lips, his mouth and voice both soft and tender once again.

“Your lips…are just as sweet as you said they were, you know.”

He continued to hold you by the waist, though his grip was far softer now. His lips were so close to yours still, and you realized he was waiting for you to speak.

“Kiss me again.”