Resistance was futile this time. This time when she looked
uncomprehendingly at me, when her eyebrows quirked, I knew I could not constrain
myself.
That we were on the Bridge was irrelevant, that she looked shocked when my
finger touched her eyebrow was irrelevant.
I had to trace it from its root up, through the small dip and then that gently
sloping way down to the end. "Intriguing…"
She slowly breathed out. "Seven... ?" She sighed. "Thank you."