(mature content ahead!)
Meredith stared at him speechless. For the first time in her life, she felt attractive. Her scars had been one of her biggest insecurities when growing up.
She didn't want to see the disgust and pity in people's eyes that's why she avoided men at all cost. But with Atlas she wanted to take the risk. She knew he was different from all the guys she had had an acquainted with.
She looked into his eyes to see if she would notice the disgust or pity, she was familiar with but surprisingly there was none. Just pure vengeance was fleeting in his eyes. Like he would rain hell on whoever did this to her. Was this how it felt to have someone who would protect you?
She had read about how boys in books protect the women they love. How they cherish them and kissed every scar on their body and had always wanted something like that. But she really didn't think she would meet someone who would find her scars beautiful, much less, print kisses across it.
