"You're so thin."
My tongue caresses the long scar trailing down his sternum as I glide a thumb over the side of his chest, over painfully obvious ribs.
"I wonder why," he says dryly, though his breathing is heavy, shaky, and it's all my fault.
I love the angles of his bony frame. My eyes tend to linger over them. I bite down on his collarbone, a
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