Kieran's eyes darted towards Jude's hand where it hovered dover his shoulder, over the raised scar tissue from the original werewolf bite. It would have been one thing if that was the only area of damage, but it wasn't: there were the bruises, the smooth scar of the burn mark on his side, the little self-inflected wounds from every full moon, the marks on his ankle where It had tried to chew itself free. Kieran couldn't be sure, because he wasn't looking, but he was sure that Jude's skin was smooth and as close-to-perfect as possible under his clothes.
And then Jude dropped his hand. Somehow the eye contact was nearly as bad — like Kieran was being perceived — but Jude held Kieran's gaze. He reached to catch Jude's hand before it fell all the way. "You're allowed to look," he said, holding it.
Even if it made Kieran a little uncomfortable, Jude was allowed to look — allowed to do whatever he wanted.
And then Jude dropped his hand. Somehow the eye contact was nearly as bad — like Kieran was being perceived — but Jude held Kieran's gaze. He reached to catch Jude's hand before it fell all the way. "You're allowed to look," he said, holding it.
Even if it made Kieran a little uncomfortable, Jude was allowed to look — allowed to do whatever he wanted.
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