She needed the comfort that being close to him gave her, and he must have felt the same need because in the next instant his lips were on hers until eventually she was lying down again and he was on top of her, his hands on either side of her, bracing himself so their bodies weren’t touching even as they kissed.
Her hands slipped under his shirt and felt his skin; pleasantly warm, and soft despite the unusual texture the scars gave it. As her hands ran across his body, she felt the lacerations Olivia had given him, which were starting to heal – and the worst of them, which she had helped him to haphazardly keep together with pharmacy bought butterfly strips.
She thought about the fact the strips, and the dressing she had taped in place above it, would need re-dressing, then moved her ha
