Do You Want Me To Stop?

"Are you crying?" She asked in wonder.

"No, the soap got into my eyes." He responded rather casually.

Phoebe almost smiled despite the seriousness of the situation. She found his response amusing to say the least.

"You're a bad liar, Mr. Crimson." She murmured, reaching for his cheeks, wiping the telltale dampness with her fingertips. "Are you crying because you're pitying me or because you could relate?"

"You're strong, admirable, and passionate and there's nothing about you I should pity." He responded with a fiery glow in his eyes. "It's the last."

The words made her eyes pooled with tears. "You understand how I feel, don't you?" She asked but the words came more of a statement than a question.

"Do I?" The man shrugged, capturing her fingers and bringing them close to his lips. "Perhaps because we're both flawed and perfectly imperfect from the inside." He rained gentle kisses on her fingertips, making breath hitch on her parched throat.