Gideon chuckled, then shrugged. "Had a girlfriend once with a thing for biting. Amazing what you can get to like."
He traced her lower lip, looking into her eyes, finding more than the monster she thought she was. "I said slower," he corrected gently. "Not full stop..."
Gideon saw her tongue run over her teeth, checking, and smiled. "I'm not afraid of you," he said softly. "Maybe I should be; my sister says neither Fabian or I had the sense God gave a dishrag. But I'm not. And I've been hurt before. Not so much scared of that either."
He kissed her again, slowly, gently, almost chastely. "I'm more scared of missing something good."