I suppose if I have anything to forgive you for, it’s the new scar I’ll bear on my cheek.” “Oh, shit! I completely forgot.” I sit up and turn his face so that I can see the thin red line my throwing star gouged into his perfect flesh. It’s fairly superficial, which relieves some of my regret. “Chicks dig scars, right?” he says with a chuckle. “Though I’m only concerned with your opinion. What do you think? Do I pass muster?”
