"Some people might think you're just with an eighteen-year-old for her money." She laughs, a sound that's almost tinny from lack of use.
Turning her head when he nuzzles her hair, she presses a kiss to his cheek, not even noticing that it's the one that's scarred. It doesn't matter to her. "I just thought you should know. It's only fair." A squeeze of his hand and she feels herself leaning harder. "Isn't that how people do these things? Honesty? It's why I kissed you. I wanted to. I kind of just ... do and say what's on my mind."