— Sh-sh-sh. — he whispers against my lips. — do not think, Elizabeth. The time for thinking is over. — he makes me step backwards, the backs of my knees hitting the bed, and slowly lays me down, his mouth continues to lace me with kisses. — Just feel me. — his hoarse voice demanding of me. One of his hands is on the back of my neck, while the other slowly makes its way down to the black lace of my bra and over my rib before starting its way back up. A moan escapes my lips. I need your touch like I need my next breath. — Let me look at you. he whispers, leaning back on his elbow. — God, you are beautiful.
I freeze at the words, wanting to hide the scars that disfigure my abdomen, wanting to turn away so I won't be questioned, I won't be remembered now, in this moment. I do not do any of th
