Jessica POV
The air in my room still felt heavy with her presence. My back tingled where her fingers had touched the scars on my skin. I could still feel the light pressure of her hand over the scar near my heart, as if she'd left her mark on me.
Damn. I never let anyone see those scars. Not like this. Not without making a joke or picking a fight to distract them. Those scars were mine alone. They reminded me of every time I'd almost failed. Every time I wasn't fast enough or strong enough. They were my shame, not something to be proud of.
And she'd just... walked in. Seen everything. The proof of all my mistakes.
Her touch had been so gentle. So different from the rough, damaged skin she was exploring. But it wasn't pity I felt from her. It was something else. Something that made my b
