His kisses trail down your ear, Stevo's lips softly nibbling at the skin below your ear. You're both totally stoned, totally out of it, and shagging seems like the best idea at the moment.

Stevo grabs the fabric of your shirt, moving to push it up. You snap out of the trance suddenly, grabbing his wrist to stop the movement.

"What's wrong, darling?"

He pouts, the fire in his eyes burning. You gulp, thinking how to get though this without him seeing your scars, your biggest insecurity.