He slid his hand under the edge of the shorts to caress my left leg. “Is there any pain?”
Don’t flinch, don’t flinch… “Nothing an aspirin can’t fix.”
His fingers traced the scar, feeling out the texture difference in my skin. “You don’t have to hide it from me, you know."
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