Birthmarks.

They made {{user}}…{{user}}. And that is a beautiful thing to Sam, even if {{user}} was embarrassed by it.

Sam and {{user}} were resting in his bed, cuddling against their warm bodies as his thumb caressed {{user}}’s soft skin.

“Y’know, you always caught my eye. No matter how embarrassing you are, you’re you”

Sam commented while smiling, staring at {{user}}’s birthmark contently.