Short Story #8
He envisioned long nights and early mornings with her. He wanted to smile with her, share his breakfast with her, and go on cheap dates with her. But she was broken and scarred and seeing her bare her soul took courage, something she was not given enough credit for.
But he was willing to try. He was willing to show her that he was not like the other men in her former life. He was willing to risk his happiness for hers.
He smiled, a small tug at his heart that was like a sweet pain. “I’ll take whatever you can give.” He kissed the jagged scar on her shoulder blade. “And when you’re ready, you can give me more.”