At the touch of her soft, warm lips, the pain suddenly vanished. Where it had seared just moments before, now he felt the lingering coolness of her whisper soft lips. A healing kiss. He had heard of it before, but had not believed that a kiss could really have this effect. And yet, here he sat, his once throbbing hand feeling warm and tingly, but completely free from pain.
Her lips were like magic. Sweet magic. With a deep longing, he wondered if they could they do the same for his soul. Holding his hand to his heart, he closed his eyes and dreamed of the peace she could bring with her velvety lips and sweet, soothing kisses.
He was brought out of his daydream with a sharp slap to the back of his head. "Get over it, baka! It's a paper cut, you're not going to lose your hand or anything."