scars - Jaylivia
"I'm so sorry."
Olivia looked up at his quiet admittance, confusion etched over her face. And then she realized what he was referencing. Her left hand. They were sprawled out together by the fire, waiting for it to burn down so they could go to sleep. She was leaning against his right side, her left hand in his lap and he was sweeping her thumb over its palm. The mottled and puckered skin gone cloudy in color, all scar-tissued over. "It's not your fault, baby," she murmured, turning to kiss the side of his head. Bury her nose in his curls -- they were getting too long again, she'd have to cut them for him the next time they were in a motel.
"I could have got you out earlier," he said quietly. "I should have." His hand cradled hers delicately, eyes not looking away from the healed injury. "And I'm sorry."
"You did get me out, though." Curling her fingers in, she closed her hand to hide the thick scar. "You took me home." Lifting the hand, she cupped it over his cheek and made him meet her eyes. "That is all that matters to me, Jackson. You left your home and your pack and all of that, for me." Leaning in, she dropped a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. "You were the only one who did that. The only think you should be saying is 'you're welcome.'"
Without waiting for his response, she climbed into his lap and tucked her head under his chin. The fire softened, slowing to embers and Olivia let her eyes close.
