Her fingers gently traced across his back, this enigmatic man...
"It doesn't hurt." The storm of blood and tears in his past, he wouldn't let her know. Some things are too cruel, and she's like a well-protected naive child. Someday, she will realize the harshness of this world, but he silently prays for that day to come slower, a little slower.
"How could such a big scar not hurt?" He comforted her, Avery Jane's eyes looking at the scar, slowly growing moist.
"Avery, quit your job." Joshua Hughes's low voice hovered in the steam-filled space, though his words seemed like a suggestion, they always felt like an irresistible command, perhaps that's innate for this man.
Avery Jane paused: "Why?"
