Blood on Her Finger, Warm on His Lips
Cautiously, slowly, Leon raised her hand once more.
Reverent, featherlight, his touch was. He drew her bleeding finger to his lips—without hesitation, without question—and took it into his mouth softly.
His lips enveloped the injured finger, warm and gentle, and he started to sucked softly., as if to stop bleeding.
Sona went rigid with surprise. Her breath froze. The world around them—the roses, the breeze, even the sky—muted into quiet. She hadn't counted on it. Not this. Not now. Her eyes went wide, and for a second, she forgot how to breathe.
And then she felt it.
A warm, woozy sensation spread from the tip of her finger, through her hand, up her arm—and into her chest. Her heart beat an odd little stutter, like it didn't quite know how to do its job anymore.
Her knees felt a bit weak underneath her.
