This scar always reminded me of a wave.” Her fingers trace the big one on my face from where it meets my lip to where it disappears into my hairline. Then she starts tracing the bigger ones on my chest. “But seeing them all now, you’re more like a mountain, and these are rivers of lava.” Every place she touches tingles. “Don’t even try to convince me you’re not beautiful. I have eyes, and I like what I see. The way your nose slopes and bends, there’s not another like it.”
