Breathless

An B. Cay

Resistance was futile this time. This time when she looked uncomprehendingly at me, when her eyebrows quirked, I knew I could not constrain myself.
That we were on the Bridge was irrelevant, that she looked shocked when my finger touched her eyebrow was irrelevant.
I had to trace it from its root up, through the small dip and then that gently sloping way down to the end. "Intriguing…"

She slowly breathed out. "Seven... ?" She sighed. "Thank you."