“It stopped bleeding, but I’m going to glue it, okay? It won’t scar.” “It won’t?” I ask, surprised at the disappointment that washes over me. “No, buttercup. Did you want it to?” “I don’t know.” I shake my head, still woozy from whatever the hell happened in the basement. “Kind of. Is that weird?” I graze my fingertip over the wound. “I kinda like having a permanent reminder of you.” He sucks in air through his teeth. “Jesus fuck, Lily.”
