"You didn't seem to mind," she pointed out quietly -- old wounds meant old scars, and hers didn't really hurt anymore unless someone pressed very hard. But that was the way with anything -- if you pressed hard enough, it would hurt. She didn't plan on pressing.
She turned to her side to look at him and propped her head up with her hand, her hair cascading down her shoulder in long dark waves. "So you like it like this? You're happy?"