"Or makes us dead." Lux said humorlessly. Well, it was true. A lot of people died of stupidity, and Lux had almost joined the statistic. She'd count herself lucky if she hadn't gotten that permanent problem that went far beyond her scars or the PTSD. With that added to the mix she wasn't sure she was that lucky at all.
Everything Troy did was to Lux a confirmation that he did want her, with or without the scars, and nothing seemed to have changed. Now she thought herself lucky, even though he had no idea of what she really was. Maybe even that wasn't going to be a deal breaker for Troy; who knew? But mostly Lux felt lucky that letting her guard down hadn't been a stupid thing to do this time. When he started kissing her neck Lux tilted her head, closing her eyes. He was warm and soft but just a little rough and Lux let him do what he would; he deserved it, he deserved her. She wasn't sure about the other way around, but maybe Troy's confidence would be enough for the both of them for now. He was teasing her and Lux whimpered a little, biting her lip. When he looked at her as if asking for permission Lux only raised her arms and pulled her sports bra off with one hand, expertly, some would say. That had to be the only answer he needed.