7
Two months later
“I sure am glad that s*x rain check never expired,” Matt said as he nuzzled Lisa’s jaw. The ridges of her scar tissue were a strange combination of rough and smooth. Not only had he gotten used to it, but he liked it. She, in her turn, had traced every one of the scars he’d acquired in that fall. Most were surgical scars to repair torn ligaments and a crushed disk.
She had some of those scars as well, since her leg had required three surgeries to repair.
In the past two months, they’d mapped out each other’s hurts and done a lot of curative kissing. A lot of talking and laughing and teasing had come along with it. Matt felt as if a three-year long shadow of hard work had lifted. Not that he regretted the work, since it had given him the strength and stamina he intend
