They say love makes you do crazy things...but what's crazier than falling for the forbidden?
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Mallory Wright is a 22-year-old junior at her dream and one of the best universities in S...
There's a million different reasons why I love you And I'm sure that I could find a million more There's not a single thing that I would change about you You're picture-perfect just the way you are So show me every mark and every scar • Calum Scott
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He releases a sharp exhale, his face tightening with a clenched jaw and his eyes filled with nothing but concern. "Old scars," he says, swallowing hard.
Afraid of hurting him, I lower my hands and place them on my hips. "How did you get them?" I ask cautiously, noticing the sadness and shame now present in his blue eyes.
"I got caught up in a barbed-wired fence," he responds promptly, flickering his eyes between me and the window behind me. Goosebumps erupt on my arms upon hearing his words. I can't even fathom the pain he must have endured; I cry like a baby whenever I accidentally prick or cut my finger—what more having sharp-pointed wires piercing through my skin?
"It happened years ago, there's nothing to be sad about," he says, noticing the shift in my eyes from curiosity and concern to sadness.
"I'm okay, alright?" He reassures me. Wrapping his arms around my bare shoulders, he continues. "I was reckless back then, but that's all in the past," he adds with a slight smile, attempting to convey that he's fine.
"How did you end up caught in a barbed-wired fence?" I furrow my brows in confusion, my voice tinged with both sadness and curiosity.
He releases a sharp exhale through parted lips, and briefly darts his tongue out to moisten his bottom lip. "I was riding a bike, got distracted, and ended up with a lifelong reminder of that day," he recounts casually. The tone in his voice is even and calm, surprising me that he's sharing another traumatic event, but this time with a lighter tone.
"Do the scars make you uncomfortable?" he asks with a hint of concern, furrowing his eyebrows and shifting his eyes between mine.
Shaking my head immediately, I respond with a firm no, wiping away the perplexity and sadness that had momentarily showed on my face. I'm curious to see the scars, but I decide to save that for another time; I don't want to do anything that might make him uncomfortable. I wonder why he hadn't mentioned this before or if he had even planned on sharing this with me, but I keep these thoughts to myself. Ethan is the type of person who takes things slow, he's like an onion with many layers. I must be patient with him, allowing him to peel each layer off at his own pace.
