SCARLETT.
Telling people about my past experiences wasn't my forte. Not at all. I was nearly having a freakout mode right now because Finn looked so invested in whatever I was saying.
"First and foremost," He said. "I want to know how you feel. Still sore?"
I clamped my thighs together. "Not really. Sore, yeah, but it's not so much. I only feel sore when you are inside of me. On the outside, I'm okay."
He patted my cheek softly. "I am just so worried about you, Scar. You don't know how much I care about you and seeing this happening to you has me worried sick. Really worried."
"I'm sorry that it's the way, honestly," I said and took his hand in mine. I loved the feeling of his strong hands around mine. I felt protected away from the harsh world and its ugly reality. One I had been pl
