'I love you.... I love you... I love you…' Simon repeated as he softly pressed his lips against the sh scars on your right forearm.
You had gone through a lot, which made you go down that path. Yet after meeting Simon, you had managed to stop the temptations, the need to feel pain. Simon loves you very much, for him too, you were the light at the end of the tunnel. His life had been dark and difficult too, but with each other's love and care, he healed. You, were still healing.
Tonight you were cuddled in the arms of Simon that rocked you gently from side to side on the comfortable bed. He was luring you to sleep, while his big hand held one forearm to his lips. He hated those scars, not because he found them ugly, but because it reminded him that every line traced on that soft skin happened without him being there for you to prevent it.
This was a habit for both of you. You had scars in other places too and Simon will surely kiss each single one before he sleeps.
'It's okay baby...' He whispered right next to your ear, the hot breath making contact with the shell of the ear.
He kept kissing each line, burn, softly as if applying a slightly more pressure would hurt you.
'I love you…' Were the words he kept repeating like a mantra.
He thought to him self while cradling you closer, his other hand tangled in your hair : He would do anything, move mountains, go through hell and back for you, his dear beloved.