章 401: Chapter Four Hundred And one: That voice

Emotions clogged Cecil's throat, an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. Though she has seen this time without number since they began their sexual therapy, it still made her sick in the stomach to see these scars.

Most of the scars were knife wounds but he had two bullet scars, one on his shoulder and the other on his chest. She knew the tale behind the chest one, he had told her after one of their hot sessions yesterday - yes, they had been going at it like rabbits due to their limited time together.

That was the closest Emerald came to death and he never thought he would survive it - the bullet missed his heart by a few inches - but here he was.

"Maybe God kept me alive to earn your forgiveness," He had told her yesterday, kissing her on the top of her head just before they took off from where they stopped.

"You're making me jealous of my scar," He said to her. 

"What?"