Dahnya’s POV:
After our shower this morning, Levi admired his mark on my collarbone. I trailed my fingers across the unique scar I left on his shoulder. It felt warm and tingly to the touch. I was expecting to feel sore there, but I am all healed up, and the only evidence that’s left is an o-shaped mark made up by darker dots.
Levi and I head downstairs for breakfast, and I say a silent prayer, hoping that nobody comments on me walking funny or something silly. He gently places the tray with our two cups onto the counter. All eyes are on us…
My mother is already here, and she tells me that we can head out as soon as we’ve finished eating. Abigail smiles warmly at us, wrapping Levi up in a tight hug, and his father pats his shoulder roughly, giving him a thumbs up.
The heat creeps from
