Imagine person A being blind from birth. They meet Person B when they're older, and they start dating. One day, Person A asks for permission to touch Person B's face. Person B agrees, and then Person A gently touches Person B's face, "seeing" with their hands Person B's features for the first time.
"Cathy?"
"Yes, Jamie?"
"Could I…er…see your face?"
The pause that followed was awful, and he was about to tell her to forget it when she spoke. "You mean…see it the way you see other things?"
He nodded. "Yes. Please. If that's alright with you."
Her hand took one of his, gently squeezing it; he still couldn't believe how much smaller her hand felt wrapped around his fingers. She must be tiny if her hands were…
His fingers were on a soft, smooth plane. He tentatively moved forward, strands of her hair tickling his skin; a bunched-up, raised piece blocked his way.
"That would be my ear," she giggled. The familiar pressure of her hand was back on his, guiding him upward, over a round, sensitive piece of skin; there was hair there, as well.
"Your eyelid, right?"
"Yep."
"And this would be your nose." His fingers ran over the bridge, pinching it gently; she giggled again. "Very cute."
"How would you know?"
"I can tell by the shape."
"Oh, can you?"
He nodded again. "Yep." He tapped her nose, smiling.
"Rest of me as cute as my nose?"
His fingers brushed over two somewhat-rough lines, her breath on his hand. "Of course." He brought his fingers back to her cheek. "Why wouldn't you be?"
"You can't really see me, Jamie…"
"And that matters?" Her skin was warmer to the touch as he spoke. "I still love you either way."
He froze when he felt the heat of her face on his skin, and the soft touch of her lips on his.