The Bennett Family Photos

Marigold's physique was caressed by his fervent, sizable hands, sensing an ardent warmth that compelled her to repeatedly pat his hand and express, 

"It is long past, not a substantial wound, please avert your gaze." 

However, Brian persisted. Meticulously, he scrutinized every inch of Marigold's dermis, identifying the fresher and older injuries—some of which were recent wounds resulting from his own mishap aboard the vessel. He tenderly caressed these areas of her skin, softly bestowing kisses upon them with his scorching lips, beseeching her forgiveness. Only much later did he discern a slender mark nestled in the depths of her left neck—a fine etching that could easily be mistaken for an intricate pattern. 

"Is it here?" 

Cursed be it. This place had been kissed countless times, yet the absence of recognition regarding this scar was truly lamentable. He truly berated himself, yearning to subject himself to multiple self-inflicted punishments.