"This one?"
"Gambling debt from six years ago."
Celes' fingers danced up his chest to his collar bone, tracing another scar of the thousands he had that covered his body. "This one?"
Setzer breathed a chuckle. "Bar brawl over a misunderstanding."
She came to his jaw, where a fresh scar sank into his skin. "And this?"
He shot her a glare. "You know where that came from."
That didn't stop her from giggling. "And?"
"And I am never playing darts with you again."
Her lips kissed the scar before nuzzling into his neck. "You still love me."
"Hard not to."