Just a small glimpse of Ella and Cope…
Before she could answer, he turned and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss just behind her knee where the scarring was the worst. Something ripped from her as she looked down at him, his eyes closed, his mouth pressed to her leg, the hand holding her firm but gentle. His hair so dark against her pale skin.
Emotion flooded her as he touched the daily reminder of her shame and stupidity. He didn’t see them that way.