& From Kaylee
Nixon winced as the prints of her figures traced over one of his jagged scars that marked his back, more than you could count criss-crossed all along the curve of his back. As if he had been lashed more than once, which was exactly that. Punishment in his family was taken hard and was never an easy situation to get out of. Most of the pink, white scars had faded over time but so,me were clearly visible as if they were just a couple months old. As the male winced he automatically remembered the searing pain that had been brought upon him. Huffing he snatched the females hand and quickly turned them over, so his back was no longer exposed and Kaylee was pressed up against him tightly. “You don’t need to look at those…” he hesitated softly.
