I woke up from a blissful dream to the feeling of fingertips slowly skimming over and following the rigged lines of the cuts on my forearms.
My body was pressing up against Corbin’s side who was stretched out on his back. One arm snaked around me and his hand rested on my hip while the other one was slowly investigating the weird scars on my forearms.
At first, it didn’t bother me as I thought it was unintentional and controlled my outburst but then Corbin’s fingers moved all the way down my arm not losing the line of the cut and back up as if he was trying to figure out if he was feeling right.
My eyes rounding at the thought of him knowing of the scars frightened me. I ripped my arm free from his hold and rolled over to either side pushing myself up in one motion. Crossing my arms i
