Perfectly Unseen

61: scars and daddy issues

Feather like touches awoke me, bringing me back down to reality as I blinked open my eyes. I was met with a heart wrenching view that made me pull the covers over my exposed body and push Ashton's head away.

"Sorry." He mumbled not really sorry, resting his chin on my arm as I avoided his eyes. "What are they from?" Pulling the sheets back down despite my protest, he revealed one of the long white marks over my ribs. His lips touched the marred skin, making me shudder as I closed my eyes.

"The accident." I whispered as the chill wrapped around my body.

"You have one on the inside of your thigh." His hands drifted down to the place I knew he was talking about.

"How do you know about that one?" I opened my eyes, reaching for the sheet again.

"You kicked off your jeans in your sleep." He shrugged, pulling the sheets out of my reach. Without even the slightest of hesitation, he spread my thighs, touching the jagged line just below my panty line.

"Ashton!" I hissed as he laughed and kissed it with a mischievous look in his dark eyes—my shot nerves making me gasp. "Stop it!" I turned to the side—which wasn't much better as he slapped my ass.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He crawled back up to me, spooning me and nuzzling my neck. "You have one here too." He bit my skin, pulling it where the barely noticeable scar fell down just beside my spine.

"You had a lot of time to look." I grumbled irritatedly, hiding my face in his pillow.

"I got bored playing video games." He shrugged. "Your left foot has three."

"Four." I sighed, "one between my pinky."

He disappeared as he grabbed my foot making me laugh. His fingers traced the outlines of the scars, finding the fourth one with a thoughtful hum.

"I like them." He dropped my foot without warning before tracing the practically healed scars on my legs. "I don't like that you were hurt." He said, his lips kissing each scar he found. "But they tell stories. I have scars." He said against my skin before sitting next to me as I rolled onto his lap.

"I know," I spoke softly, reaching up to touch the curved scar above his top lip. "It's beautifully sad." I murmured, before he bent down and crossed his eyes at me, making me giggle.

He was so playful in bed.

He smirked as I sat up, not caring about him seeing me without the normal amount of clothes on. "What time is it?" I yawned, leaning closer to him.

"Almost midnight. Stay the night." He purred, leaning in closer as his eyes drank me in.

I stretched, feeling a slight discomfort in my nether region as I moved, forcing me to grab myself without thought. My face flushed red as I giggled embarrassedly at the memory.

"I can fix that." Ashton smirked, watching me intently.

I rolled my eyes, putting my hair up into a ponytail. "You'd make it worse."

He chuckled, "You're right."

"So since you had so much time to inspect my entire body—"