Josephine smiled as Raoul's gaze wandered her body, not trying to hide. This side of her was rare and barely seen; being bold in this kind of situation was very unlike her, but it didn't matter anymore. Her hands returned again to his skin, tracing mindless patterns across his arm with one has as the other trailed along his side. Her gaze caught on the scar that marred his chest, very lightly tracing along it and tilting her head, wondering what could have caused it. But she didn't dare ask and ruin this moment. As he hand reached the end on the scar, she shifted to kiss along it with the same feather light touch as her fingertips.