[ It would hurt more if she had the time to focus on it, but she's too busy staring at Ashton's eyes. Those--Those weren't Ashton's eyes. She had never known his eyes to look at her--anyone--that way.
The angle is easier on her wrist, but the teeth biting into the back of her hand still hurts. It pulls at the skin of her scars, already stretched and taught. Her hands get stiff and arthritic easily, but this is a different kind of pain.
She bites her own lip, her leg twitching in anxiety.]