Abigail was shocked. Her tender fingers were light against your skin, tracing scars she couldn’t imagine an angel like yourself to carry.

She hadn’t intended to see such a private thing, but you needed a bath and she was not letting you sleep in her bed without taking one. But it ended in something much more that.

“Oh, darlin’…why didn’t you ever tell me…?” She whispered as she pressed a kiss to your shoulder. Her soft skin against your back, feeling the roughness and scars lining it.