Ian wrapped his arms around Mina in a way that was meant to comfort her. He knew he had messed up, and he had already made her regret being with him only an hour after promising her that he would not. Pulling off his shirt, Ian slid it over Mina's head, and guided her out of the washroom and into his bedroom, where he drew back the covers of his bed, and gestured for her to lay down. Her own bed linen was wet from their clothing and stained with their fluids, and he did not want her sleeping in it until everything could be washed and replaced.
"Mina, please believe me when I say that I didn't know your skin blemishes so easily. I wouldn't have done anything to bring you back to a place of uncertainty; not when we just got where we are." Mina nodded, settling into the bed and feeling the man settle in behind her. She knew he was feeling guilty, and while it was true that none of the marks hurt, they reminded her of a dark past she wanted to forget. "I have good news."
