For a second, I’m too shocked to speak. Scars? I don’t remember seeing any when we had s*x… And I did observe thoroughly. In my memories, Elena’s body was absolutely perfect, with only a little birthmark on her nape that was obvious on her sun-tanned skin. But before I can even ask, she shakes her head.
“I really don’t want to get into the details, if you don’t mind.”
“...I understand.”
I have no intention to force her to say things she doesn’t want to. I’m not the nosy type, to begin with, and I don’t make a habit of peeking into other’s people past. Unlike Isaac… Elena looks hesitant for a second and takes a new sip of her cocktail before talking again.
“I just had some really, really bad experience. It was someone who I trusted, and he trampled all over my feelings. So, I’m resolute
