You and Colby were friends with benefits. There was no other way to describe your relationship. You were getting ready for something, and decided to change your shirt to wear something more fitting for the occasion. There was a scar on your stomach, one he'd never seen. As you moved to pull the shirt down, he stopped you. He looked pissed.

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."