Viktor shivered slightly with each touch that graced his skin, a rediscovery of sensations he had denied himself for so long. For so long, he had not dared to believe that he deserved such tenderness from anyone. But now, as gentle fingers traced over him—mapping every scar, every curve as if they were connecting the stars of his body into a constellation—he began to wonder if, perhaps, he had been wrong all along, that he was worthy of this. Hearing such sweet words coming from his most beloved, while tracing every mole on his body, distributing the gentlest and slowest kisses he had ever seen.