"Mine aren't," Adam said, choked with emotion and unable to look at Alec, sure that he wouldn't be able to bear Alec's reaction.
Adam had spent most of his life keeping his shirt on so that no one would see or suspect the extent of his bruises. Only the worst of them became scars, but the catalog on his body was nothing but shame for Adam, proof that he couldn't be loved.
Alec's reaction wasn't disgust, at least, so Adam tucked close to him, hugging his arms around Alec's neck and hiding his face against Alec's shoulder. He clung, hugging tight to Alec, needing the warmth, comfort, and acceptance that he offered. No one else had seen his scars, not Blue, not Gansey.
Their makeout session had been spoiled, but Adam wanted Alec to see, so that he would know that Adam wasn't worth wanting and they wouldn't have to drag it out.
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Adam had spent most of his life keeping his shirt on so that no one would see or suspect the extent of his bruises. Only the worst of them became scars, but the catalog on his body was nothing but shame for Adam, proof that he couldn't be loved.
Alec's reaction wasn't disgust, at least, so Adam tucked close to him, hugging his arms around Alec's neck and hiding his face against Alec's shoulder. He clung, hugging tight to Alec, needing the warmth, comfort, and acceptance that he offered. No one else had seen his scars, not Blue, not Gansey.
Their makeout session had been spoiled, but Adam wanted Alec to see, so that he would know that Adam wasn't worth wanting and they wouldn't have to drag it out.