Not In Good Terms

The gentleness of his fingers moving against my skin nearly made me close my eyes. His fingers traced the outline of the tattoo on my naked flesh which I wasn't aware of until he told me about its existence. 

"A beautiful rose and a rosary," He mumbled absentmindedly, his breathing heavy against my back. 

He was so near to me that I suddenly became aware of my nakedness. I pressed the shirt he just handed to my chest to cover my bare breasts. 

I tried to ignore his presence but it was impossible. It was hard to ignore an overly six feet tall demigod, packed with rippling muscles and irresistible charm. Especthat he's caressing my back in a gentle way I never knew he's capable of. 

"If you didn't love me, why did you need to put my name on your skin?"

Before I could even respond, he lifted me up from the floor as if I weighed no more than a feather and turned my body to his until I was facing him. 

His dark midnight eyes caged mine.