WARNING
This chapter contains mature content. Please skip this chapter and move on to the next if you feel uncomfortable. Rated 18.
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Zylan was as caught off guard as he noticed the worry etched across her face. In her concern, Naomi seemed to have forgotten that she was still naked before him, vulnerable and exposed in a way that stirred something deep within him. Her trembling hands moved toward his chest, tracing the scar carefully, as though she feared hurting him even with the gentlest touch.
"Does it still hurt?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper, as her fingers glided delicately over the scar, the tips of her fingers brushing his skin like a feather.
