#yknow.... for fun...

“Careful,” I warned him, my hands stilling on the curve of his jaw. The manipulation treading on the edge of my fingertips sizzled in anticipation, but I leveled a stern look at Abel, anyway.

It had taken some time to convince him to finally settle down, and it had taken some compromise on my part, too. We ended up on the overstuffed leather couch in his apartment, him sprawled along its cushions and me settled on the edge, just enough so I could focus on fixing the fading scar on his cheek.

He opened his eyes and met my gaze, a smoldering glint in his dark irises. I knew that look in his expression well.

“I thought you liked danger, little seeker.” It wasn’t a question, but Abel waited for response anyway, the faintest brush of his fingers against my hip making my breath catch.

“You’re playing with fire,” I told him, flicking my fingers for emphasis. “I could draw whatever I wanted on your pretty face, and then what would you do?”

Abel grinned. “Beg you to remove it. Among other things.”

“Oh? Other things?” Heat stirred in the pit of my stomach, but I managed to sound casual all the same. When I ran my fingers against the edge of his defined jaw, he swallowed hard, his hand moving to wrap around my waist. Keeping me close, perhaps, or even to lure me closer.

“Whatever you like,” he finally said. His tone dipped low, and it took all my willpower not to falter and land right in his arms. Instead, I summoned the surge of power numbing my fingertips, wiping away the healing scar on his cheek with merely a brush of my thumb.

Just like that, his face was unblemished from the sign of a fight.

“You make it sound easy,” I told him quietly.

He gave me a scorching smile that sparked a fire under my skin.