Bond (1)

Raspberries… Wildflowers… The Sun…

Is this what heaven feels like?

For once I'm eager to open my eyes, knowing who will be on the other side when I open them.

My mate.

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My fingers idly draw patterns on the contours of Eryx's chest, following the lines of old scars etched into his skin. Some are faint, almost invisible, while others are deeper, more pronounced. My lips brush a few of them, a soft kiss that made him hum in approval, his hand lazily stroking up and down my back. 

We heal well but it appears not all injuries can be return to the blank canvas of our bodies. My mate's body was a map of tales of the fights and battles he must have been in. My lips press softly to one of the longer scars near his shoulder, and I wonder what kind of pain had left a mark so stubborn that even his wolf's healing abilities couldn't erase it.