HT100 Challenge #31-Confession: Scar Tissue
He’s flushed and panting as I crawl up his body. I settle against him, his arm draped across my back. I feel him tense as his hand brushes my scar. I meet his eyes which are blunted with guilt.
Rubbing his thumb across the scar, he exhales a ragged breath. “It *was* me,” he confesses.
“I know,” I say softly against his lips. “I’m glad it was you.”
He pulls back stunned. “You’re glad?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, pressing his forehead to mine. “We couldn’t start over until you evened the score.”
Absolution granted, he pulls me close and sleeps.
Rubbing his thumb across the scar, he exhales a ragged breath. “It *was* me,” he confesses.
“I know,” I say softly against his lips. “I’m glad it was you.”
He pulls back stunned. “You’re glad?”
“Oh yeah,” I say, pressing his forehead to mine. “We couldn’t start over until you evened the score.”
Absolution granted, he pulls me close and sleeps.