“Oh how cool – our skin tones are almost the same!” she exclaimed, turning to him.
She saw the corner of his beautiful mouth twitch as the sun glinted off his mirrored shades.
Reaching up, she gently touched his bearded cheek, wanting him to look at her.
Without turning, he grasped her wrist with his free hand. “Enough,” he said.
“Ben, it hurts. Stop,” she whispered.
The twitch blossomed into a smile.
“No,” he said.
Lissa looked away. A tear slipped down her cheek.
“Good,” Ben said.