Siana laid awake. She shouldn’t be awake, Naerin was very good at what he did and she should be exhausted and asleep. Had she just massacred their friendship with her selfish request? She just hadn’t wanted to think for a while and Naerin was sweet and kind and hadn’t turned away at her scars or her stories and just for a moment she wanted to feel like she was loved. He’d kissed her scars, all of them, even the knotted purple one that ran down her left leg. He’d made her feel seen ...