He was right again. Her mouth grew dry when he mentioned her father and her chest tight. "It's not just that..." She said. "If I don't do as he says... he'll... kill me." She said, in full belief he could and would kill her given he motivation. She lowered her head before she found him in her lap on top of the sweater. Seeing him straight on like that brought the light back into her eyes. She pet through his hair as she listen to him speak. Looking into his eyes she found such sweet sincerity. She kissed his forehead before she noticed the glint of his knuckles. It had her licking her lips again.<br/><br/>She thought about him, and his gang.<em>Was this the right life for her?</em>Was this where she was meant to be..? It felt right, more than it felt wrong. She thought to herself.<br/><br/>Tracing his cheek with one hand she didn't speak for some time. "Do you have piercings?" She asked out of nowhere. Not trying to change the subject, but in looking at him and his knuckles she couldn't help but ask. They had been naked before, yes, but she'd not really<em>looked</em>at what she'd been given to see. "You must have tattoos if you're in a gang, right?" She asked, as she barely knew anything about the gang or gangs in general. She also was thinking about how, if she did ask what she did, he might strip for her. At least his jacket and shirt. Since even before, she had been close to taking them off of him on her own when they were by the church.