The Scar {Gwen}

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Gwen's POV:


"Cameron, don't you dare!" I say stepping back. By this point I was dangerously close to the edge of the pool. I put my hands out in front of me defensively as Cameron pumped up his 'Super Soaker'.

"Oh you don't like this?" He says in his baby voice. "Ha! Ha!" He said while getting closer and spraying me.

"Please Cameron! Don't make me go into the pool! You know I can't swim!" I squeal as he squirts me. I take another step back, and now have no where to go but in. I could hear the boys rooting on Cameron from inside the pool and on the patio.

"Get her Cam!" Taylor yelled.

"Sorry Gwen. It's not that deep, don't worry." Cameron said flashing me a smile, before spraying me. I stepped back, falling into the water. But I didn't go under. Someone had caught me.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you Aaron!" I say showering his face with kisses. He laughed, and moved my body around so I was on his back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he held firmly onto my legs. He lightly rubbed his thumbs over the skin on my thighs, and I giggled from the tingling sensation.

I pressed a kiss on his cheek and smiled against his skin, as he leaned into my touch. I let my right arm side away from its' spot of his shoulder, and it hovered over his scar. I lightly traced it with my finger tips, and Aaron became a little uneasy.

"Hey guys!" Cameron said jumping in, and splashing us. I laughed. Aaron didn't laugh with us, and carried me to the shallow end. He sat me down on the edge, before climbing the ladder and walking away.

"Aaron?" I say watching him walk into the house. I turn to Cameron and Taylor, and they just shrug.

"Follow him." Taylor said as he pushed Cameron under the water. I nodded and stood up. I walked into the house, and closed the door behind me. I looked around the living room and kitchen, but no Aaron.

I spotted the bathroom light on, and I walked down the hall towards it. I slow down, and peak around the corner to see Aaron standing in front of the mirror. He looked at himself as he ran his thumb over his scar, before covering it completely with his hand.

"Aaron?" I say again. He spun around and franticly looked at me. I walked over to him, and took his hands. "What's wrong?" I say kissing his shoulder.

"Nothing." He said flatly, before swallowing hard.

"Don't lie to me, I know something's wrong." I say bending my head down so I met his gaze. He stayed silent. I looked over to his scar, and let out a soft breath. I pressed my lips to it, and looked back up at him. "Is that it?" I say. He slowly nodded, and covered it with his right hand. I moved his hand away, then kissed it over and over. I turned him towards the mirror, and put my hands on his chest from behind.

"I'm not good enough for you Gwen." He said quietly. My heart broke as soon as those words left his lips. I kissed his back, while I rubbed my hands up and down his chest.

"Don't say that." I say as I kiss more of his skin. I rubbed my thumb over his stomach, as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"I don't care if you don't have huge abs, big muscles, perfect skin, or any of those other things. I love the way you are. And this," I say rubbing my hand over his scar. "I love this. I wouldn't change it even if I could."

"Really?" He said just about a whisper. I pressed my forehead to his back, and nodded as I closed my eyes.

"To me you're perfect." I say walking around him, and stand on my tiptoes to kiss his cheeks. He let a small smile out, and took my lips in his. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me closer. I moved his hand up my waist to cradle my face. His warm skin against mine, felt like fire.

"I love you." He said against my lips. "So, so much."

"I love you more freckles." I say as I rub the tips of our noses together. He laughed, and closed the bathroom door.


I hope you liked this Gwen! Sorry it took me so long, I just honestly needed a break from requests. But now I can work on my list! Yay! By the way thank you for 18K! You guys blow my mind! x

~ Megs


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