She was the most precious thing in the world to him. Rose might have suspected, but did she really, truly know.? He suspected he did. She was sharp. She was perfect.
And then her lips pressed against his and he was kissing her. Again. Every time be kissed her it was as if they were kissing for the first time. Each time. He savored the feeling and he hoped she could tell.
That was, of course, before her fingers found the long scar across his ribs and then the connection severed. Matt's hand fell, moving to settle his palm against the back of her hand at his chest, and he looked down at her fingers on his skin, "Kingpin." He lifted his head slowly, his eyes meeting hers, "He's a man that terrorized my neighborhood. One of his goons caught me with a piece of scrap metal in a fight. It was before I had my suit."