Jolt
She jolted, slightly. Just a small twitch of the eye and a flick of her hand—something so inscrutable, only someone like Yoh could perceive it. She slapped him instinctively and at the first sign of red dribbling down her finger, she drew her injured digit to her lips.
Yoh lazily watched her as she sucked gently at the wound. He wove the needle safely back into the cloth.
"Idiot," she snarled. She knew she couldn't hide the hurt from him.
"What hurts more?" he asked, piercing her with know-all eyes. "The needle prick or the fact that I was the one who pricked you?"
Her heart throbbed.
With a gentle smile, he reached out to pull the finger from her mouth. She watched, entranced, as he kissed it lightly. He held it against his lips for a frozen second as his mouth formed a grin.
"Did you know?" he asked, playfully, teasingly. "That's love."
