You dealt with some issues from scars on your back, making you wary of rocking tank tops or going shirtless. Jason wasn't blind to that, obviously. After a lot of pestering and his comforting words, there you were, lounging in your cabin with him perched on you, sketching stars on your scars. Right now, it was your back, but he swore to tackle the rest too.

He traced stars, his fingers gliding over the scars, planting kisses and dropping sweet compliments in a hush.