"I think you are," she replied gently, her thumb brushing over the scar on his nose. "Everything about you."
The scar was a creamy silver against his skin and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes thoughtful. “You’re sweet.”
Her words gave him pause and he considered her for a moment before shifting to get onto the couch next to her, wrapping his arms around her.
He took a small breath and she would be able to feel the crisscrossing scars shift on his skin with the action. He looked down at her for a moment, his hand coming up to cup her jaw before he kissed a line from her forehead, then to her nose, and finally finding her mouth.