It had been a fun night. You two had been dating for a while now. But this was the first time you stayed at his place. You woke up the next morning, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before going into the bathroom. When you were done you found him still asleep.

You climbed in bed, brushing the hair out of his face. He had facial hair that could use a trim, wrinkles on his face and a beautiful smile. The one that made you fall for him deeper last night. Frankie shifted, the comforter riding down his back as he hugged his pillow, facing away from you.

That's when you saw them. The many scars adorning his broad shoulders and back. Your heart fell, who would do something like this to this man? You couldn't help but reach out and touch one. Your fingertips ran down one that ran down his spine. It was a gentle and faint touch. But it was enough to wake him up.

Frankie sat up, rubbing his face, his expression stoic, maybe a little annoyed. You jumped when he did and stayed in bed as he opened a drawer and slid a shirt over his head, hiding himself from you before walking out of the bedroom. You sighed, following him after a few seconds.

"I'm sorry..." Frankie muttered when he heard you walk into the kitchen where he poured himself some water.