His rough fingers graze over my scarred shoulder, displaying its insignia. "Does it hurt?" He asks softly, not wanting to hurt me. "When I think of it." I say low, hoping he didn't hear from behind me. His metal arm trails up my arm making me shiver and I lean into his touch. His arm wraps over my chest and the other around my torso delicately, but firm. "I'm sorry this had to happen to you doll." He whispers into my shoulder. "I'm so sorry." [!! COVER ART IS NOT MINE !!]
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