She didn't know what to say to that, so she chose to say nothing. Her scars ran deeper than he knew and there was not enough time in her life to make them fade. They were still raw, some still felt as if they were freshly ripped open. She took another sip of her wine.
“I also think they're a cover up."
She tilted her head, confusion furrowing her brows. “Excuse me?"
He shrugged. “A cover up. It's easy to use the pain of the past to excuse the way you are now, when in fact, most of the way you are now is who you want to be. However, I want to help cover those scars, while at the same time allowing you the freedom to explore your desires."
“And just how do you expect to do that?"
He smiled at her, the moon making his eyes twinkle. “Control."
She rolled her eyes. “You're just not happy
