you and Wilbur sat on his big, comfy bed, your back pressed against his headboard while Wilbur laid across you, his head on your lap.

Wilbur’s hot breath gently hit your wrist as he fiddled with your fingers, his eyes trailing along your hand and wrist..but his eyes stop a little scar that was more prominent than your old ones.it was recent, wasn’t it?

“i know every inch of your body and i know for a fact that scar wasn’t there before.” he whispers to you, like he wanted an explanation.