His calloused thumb dragged over the large scar across your face. It was a source of insecurity for you, but he loved it. You pouted in response to his touch, but your boyfriend only grinned.

“C’mon, it ain’t bad. Have you seen my scars?” John laughed at you, turning his head so you could see the now-healed lacerations along his right cheek.

Then, he nuzzled his nose into your cheek, pressing his lips against your flesh, “I think it makes you unique.”