Lyra woke to sunlight streaming through the cream curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. She felt fingers on her arms and blinked to find Jake carefully examining her wrists. They looked perfectly normal from her view. While there had been some redness last night, everything had faded. There had been no pain.
“It’s fine, Jake,” she murmured, gently tugging her hands from his grip.
He looked up at her, his expression pained. “I didn’t want to hurt you again.”
She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone. “You didn’t hurt me. I liked it. I was one hundred and ten percent fine with it. I would’ve told you if I wasn’t.”
He sighed, pulling her tightly into his chest. “I know. But after the other day…”
Lyra propped her chin on his chest so she could look into his eyes.
