Sally let out a happy sigh as she pressed against him, enjoying the feeling of skin-on-skin. Her hand wandered, softly trailing up and down his side. "Much better," she replied, pressing another kiss to his jaw. This was absolutely perfect.
Until...she felt his finger go over one of her scars. She wanted to not tense up, but she knew it was hopeless. No one had touched her back since she got them except doctors, and if he kept going down her back, he would touch the worst of them: a large cluster, spanning from her spine to over her ribs. Sally bit her lip and pressed her face against Harold's neck. As much as she wanted to not hide it from him, she was dreading the look on his face when he found out.