[She lets out a little hum when his hand slides up under her shirt, and even though his fingers go for the scar, she still shivers pleasantly from it. She leans up and kisses his nose, his forehead, and under his eyes on each cheek.]
All the colors. Red, pink, yellow, white. [She pries another soft kiss from his lips before pulling back and combing his hair away from his forehead.]
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All the colors. Red, pink, yellow, white. [She pries another soft kiss from his lips before pulling back and combing his hair away from his forehead.]
Does that suit you, your highness?