Her black thong was exposed and she took my free hand, leading it to her hip. Just beneath the waistband, I felt a smooth bump on her hipbone that I’d never noticed before. Or maybe I had, but chose to see it as a childhood scar. We all had one of those. “What’s that?” She attempted a smile and I knew this was her way of letting me in. “My dad burned me with a cigarette when I was ten. I—” I pressed my lips against hers and her dress fell back to her feet as her hands went to my hair. Mine slid to her ass, one covering the sordid bruise as if I had the mystic ability to make it vanish. She
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