[He's seen more of her scars than she might realize, sleeping by her every night. A shirt creeping up her back as she lies on her stomach, pajama pants riding up or down, a sleeve rolled up. It's really not that much of a shock to see the rest of her body, and the little shock there was, he hid well. He really does think she's beautiful.
To make his point, he kisses a scar just above one breast, drawing the hand on her neck down to her waist. The sensation of her hands exploring his back makes the goosebumps go crazy, but when he hands reach his wings, he sucks in a sharp gasp.]
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To make his point, he kisses a scar just above one breast, drawing the hand on her neck down to her waist. The sensation of her hands exploring his back makes the goosebumps go crazy, but when he hands reach his wings, he sucks in a sharp gasp.]