“Please stay””
Zane was tempted... Lured, rather.
Not by her pleas to have him by her stead for the night, but surprisingly, by the swollen red lines that ran across each other, all of which were hidden almost perfectly underneath her gown.
He reached his hand out, tempted to give it a soothing stroke as he wondered just how brave, and depressed, she must have been to do such a thing to herself.
Tempted to undo the button and have her on full display whilst he gulped, admired the disturbing work of art, admired every bit of her trauma induced body.
She must be feeling so alone, he thought as he now grazed, but with the tip of his index finger on the visible bruise.
Recalling back to the night, where she had put down her thick walls and he, who had wanted nothing more than to know ho
