A Song of Shadow and Starlight

"Atlas," I whisper, but he's upon me before I can finish. His hands cup my face, his shadows dance around me, caressing my arms, legs, and neck. "Can you feel everything your shadows touch?" I ask breathlessly, overwhelmed by the gentleness of his shadowy touch.
There's a flash of surprise in his eyes before they turn molten. "Yes." His voice is low, like he's admitting a deep, dark secret.
I twirl my fingers through the ghostly wisps. They swim across my neckline and slip down the front of my dress, settling above my heart. He shudders when my breathing is ragged. Hovering above me, he stares at my lips, and I swear he's restraining himself from kissing me.
"Do you think about it?"
His question confuses me. "Think about what?"
"Me kissing you?"
"You've already kissed me."
"Answer my question, Princess. And remember, I can tell when you're lying. My shadows can feel your heartbeat." His shadows twist around my wrists, right above my pulse points.
I undo one of the buttons on his dress shirt and slip my hand inside, pressing my palm against his scarred chest. "And now I can feel yours."