[Whimpering at his refusal, she backed away slightly and began to press the small cloth to his back. As she scrubbed away, she decided that him hinting no didn't mean she couldn't stare at his beautiful back.

Every so often, there would be an abrupt pause in her movements. She wouldn't say what she was doing outloud, but the panting coming from the mouth and squeaks might give a clue to anyone that wasn't her.

Her cheeks began to feel heavy from sustained heat, the hotness overflowing as she worked on his back while eyeing the scars. Suddenly, she felt her head move forwards without any way to stop herself with her lips pressing up against a long knife scar across his back.]