Scars

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We were just lovers laying in each other's arms. I could feel her hands move from the plains of my stomach to my lower back, slowly and gradually dragging them up. Her touch causes me to shiver. She pulls away to look at my face.

"What is it, love? Did I hurt you?" I smile softly gently at my concerned lover.

"Of course not, love. You know touching my scars makes me shiver," I say before I plant a light kiss on her nose.

"Oh, yes, of course. I had forgotten." She gives a sheepish smile then buries face into my neck. I know her face had a touch of pink on it, even without having to see it. She goes back to touching my scars, this time she moves her hands underneath my shirt where she can truly feel my scars now.

We had laid there for what seemed like hours, it easily could've been. I was almost asleep when her voice caught my attention.

"I always loved the way these feel. All the little crevices and nooks. I love to run my fingers up and down," my lover says quietly. I blush deeply but don't say anything. She pulls back to look at me. "You don't accept them yet, do you?

"I never have, you know that love," I whisper, looking away from her concerned filled eyes.

"Oh, love. They are so beautiful, just as you are. Don't be ashamed. They are so unique and amazing." She pulled my chin making me look up into her eyes. "You are so unique and amazing."

"If you think so, my love, I will try. Just for you." I smile and pull my beautiful lover into a kiss.

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