[It takes every shred of concentration he has to keep himself from moaning.
The scars on his body are sensitive, private. They are not things he reveals in broad daylight, and while he doesn't choose to keep them a secret, touching anything like that is breaking a barrier.
He presses his nose to her ear, letting out a breathy, throaty laugh. Very different from the loud, ear-splitting sound he normally makes.]
You're right. I'm a terrible man.
[Or so he says, believes.
He is good, inherently. He loves and cares so much.]
But I'm also one hell of a guy.
[He presses slow kisses to her earlobe, tempted to suck on it but still wanting to keep from alarming her right away.]
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The scars on his body are sensitive, private. They are not things he reveals in broad daylight, and while he doesn't choose to keep them a secret, touching anything like that is breaking a barrier.
He presses his nose to her ear, letting out a breathy, throaty laugh. Very different from the loud, ear-splitting sound he normally makes.]
You're right. I'm a terrible man.
[Or so he says, believes.
He is good, inherently. He loves and cares so much.]
But I'm also one hell of a guy.
[He presses slow kisses to her earlobe, tempted to suck on it but still wanting to keep from alarming her right away.]