The skin exposed felt a hint of cold as the dazed Paige Desmond realized what this man had done to her.
"No!" Paige trembled, instinctively wanting to escape, but Kiya suddenly leaned over, firmly pinning her in place.
His warm lips kissed her scar, treating it gently from top to bottom.
"Kiya, I'm angry," Paige said, irritated.
"You don't need to hide them, I love them... even if they're terribly ugly, because they're on you, I love them," Kiya said tenderly.
"I don't love them! I hate them! Let go of me!" Paige pushed him violently, trying to cover herself with the blanket.
Paige never looked at them, every time she showered, she absolutely wouldn't look in the mirror; that ugly scar grew not only on her body but also in her heart.
"Kiya, you are being too much."
"Okay, I won't look anymore." Seeing Paige's intense reaction, Kiya didn't want to push her too hard either, anyway, he had time now to soothe her wounded heart.
