Sunday Breakfast
[Jaxon] Opening the door, I saw Juniper sitting on the bed. She had her hair in a t-shirt again and she was wearing some lacey white panties and a matching bra. I could see her stiffen at the sound of the door and she turned her back quickly away. I hadn’t even been looking at the scars, but she was nervous. “Good morning, sweet. Are you ready to get your bandage on?” I asked. She preferred it if I ignored her strange actions. I knew how much they affected her, but any effort I made to reassure her was met with a blush and no eye contact. Juniper had already made an appointment with a dermatologist in Grant’s Pass for the day after we got back from Boise. She wanted to be healed before Carson’s wedding and hoped they would have an early enough surgery available. Juniper smiled. She
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