He kissed my neck, his lips brushing my scars. I instinctively covered them with my hand. He pulled it down forcefully. “You don’t have to be embarrassed by your scars, Jaice. I love them so much.” “What did you say?” I pushed him back. He’d never mentioned my scars before, never even looked at them from what I’d seen. It was part of the reason I’d liked him so much. Why I’d loved him.
