Just some thoughts, hope you like it...
Scar
Ryan looked down at the leather cuff adorning his left wrist. It had been given to him by his father for his 13th birthday. But that's not why he wore it; he wore it because it hid one part of his ugly past. It hid the ugly scar of self hatred.
Ryan hadn't defaced the almost smooth skin on his arm for years but the ugly pink line was still there from when he was younger.
The only person in his new home to have found out about it was Marissa, and she had kept it to herself. Sometimes when she was lying in his arms she would carefully take off his cuff and run her fingers gently, down the old cut. It was something the both of them had in common.
When she had found out, the first thing she had done was show him the deep cut on her hip, the only place she knew no one else would see and comment on a scar. Their scars were something that they both had, something that could bind them together, and many of the times she would stroke his scar he would put his hand on her hip and feel hers.
It bound them together, it connected them.
