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“Only if you’re thin-skinned.”
“You can see my skin better back there than I can. How thin does it look to you?”
“The part that got hurt? Very.”
I smiled at her.
“Tell me about this guy I remind you of,” I said.
“He was my uncle. He used to drink a lot of ale and always thought young people didn’t listen to their elders enough. It was funny because he never struck me as the kind of person who took much notice of anyone else’s opinion either.”
“Now I see why I remind you of him.”
Maddy slapped me on the shoulder, making me hiss, before bending down to stitch the wound together. I brought her hand around to my lips and kissed the delicate skin of the back of her hand gently and placed my cheek against it.
“Titans are famous for being fierce warriors,” I said. “We’re famous because our ancestors used to run into battle as if they weren’t afraid of anything. Maybe they weren’t. I guess Titans have changed a lot over the years. I know I could never run into battle knowing I might never see you again. I’m not afraid of death. I can say that in all honesty. But I was scared today.”
“Because you almost died?”
“Because I was afraid I might never see you again.”
Maddy stopped stitching a moment and looked at me.
I couldn’t see her face with her behind me. I tried to gauge her expression. What would it be? Shock? Surprise? Horror?
I couldn’t stand not knowing, so I turned around to look.
Her eyes shimmered and made her chestnut brown eyes gleam even brighter and with greater vibrancy than I’d ever seen them before.
“What’s wrong?” I said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
She wiped her tears away with the palms of her hands.
“I’m not crying because I’m upset,” she said. “I’m crying because today I felt the same way. You came this close to dying and I never got to tell you how much I love you.”
“My love,” I said. “I could be blind and know how much you love me. It’s written on your face. It’s in your gestures every time you look at me. The same way it’s written on mine when I look at you.”
I reached out and touched her. I had to. She was the air in my lungs and the food in my belly. I needed to touch her, to be a part of her.
To be one with her.
I cupped her face in my hand and pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back with heat and passion that neither of us could deny.
And we didn’t want to deny it. We needed to be together. Right here. Right now.
The kiss turned passionate as she responded to me. Then she pulled back.
“We can’t,” she said.
“Oh, but we can,” I said, pressing myself against her again.
I knew she wanted to. It was in her kiss, in the way she looked at me, the way she touched me.
“You’re still hurt,” she said.
“Making love will make it better,” I said.
She rolled her eyes.
