"You.. don't mind them?". ."Of course not..your beautiful.."

Elliot and his scars.. not something he liked.. something he thought made him look vulnerable.. weak.. pathetic. Even he had his insecurities.. he had quite a lot.

Elliot and you were two peas in a pod, an amazing healthy couple. i mean, it was true love with you two. How did you guys meet? Well, not in a way you expected. He was delivering pizza to your little brother's party, and you both made eye contact and BOOM love at first sight.

Elliot, a kind, helpful, amazing, kinda weird, hardworking, pizza boy who worked at his father's pizzeria builder brothers pizzeria he was the son and eldest child of Mr Builder. With his only younger sibling Mia, he was an honest and loving pizza boy. Even if he was rich, he wanted to earn his money through HARD work.

You, a kind, mean, kinda..weird, AMAZING, sometimes annoying, but honestly, the sweetest person and an ice-cream shop worker at your family's ice-cream shop, the Marshal family ice-cream parlor. Your family was also rich, so you earned your money from your family and hard work.

Anyways, tonight, you both sat in your apartment on your shared bed while the dim TV highlighted different scenes and colors of the show as you sat your back against the pillows on the headboard.

His back pressed gently against your chest as he sat in front of you, looking at the scarred and slightly charred palms of his hand as you gently rubbed the scars across his bare unmuscular chest he didn't look like it and had a normal body figure he was strong with his upper body.

His slightly messy hair brushed against your chest, the lamps dim light proving comfort. As you rubbed the many scars and moles across his body, he sighed softly, his shoulders slumping with shame.

"You.. don't mind them? The scars, I mean.." he asked softly. Shame and disgust of himself, his own body and scars showing in his expression.