At his encouragement Jade let her hand touch the scar, knowing that raised surface well by now, even in the late night darkness of his bedroom when she would wake and move to sleep lying on him, heartbeats and warm skin always a comfort to her, her fingers trailing over the ragged flesh.
She tilted her head to the side at the kiss, biting down on her lip and moving her hips against him once more. "I'm not sure you mean it," she said, voice wavering a little.