He had been working on his arms, but he didn't think that work extended to the forearms! "You can touch me all you like," he said, his voice low. "Do I? I never really thought about them before!" His were scarred up from the forest and three years on the streets and time with the sheriff, but each scar told a story. "You have very nice fingers. ...oh boy."
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