Marks
She had this habit, when she got nervous. Trailed her nails just below her collarbone. Not hard or anything, but over time Even the softest of touches wears down a mark. So if she was left alone with her worry for too long- And 10 minutes being far, far too long- She would come home with red marks on her chest. Marks that he needed to cover with comfort. Replace with distraction. Marks that he needed to kiss away And give her skin a good reason to be red.









