Bittersweet

And there they were. Leading a silent battle. His icy eyes against her warm and sweet ones. He looked into her beautiful golden eyes he saw vulnerability. "You lost." he said. "I know." She answered. "My prize is a kiss…" His breath tasted like fresh mint, Spanish wine and expensive cigarettes. It was so special. It was bittersweet. "…Yours is the reason you owe to know."