Chapter 36 – Scars
"But I should have called long before then," he admitted. "I had someone waiting for me who needed to know she was thought of."
Winry looked to the arms exposed by short shirt sleeves. Welts she hadn't noticed marred once-smooth skin. A blush crept across her cheeks. I was too angry to even see them.
Ed felt her gaze grow into study and backed up, suddenly self-conscious. His fingers slipped from her belt-loop. "I am sorry," he repeated. "And I'm not that boy anymore."
She flicked back to his face, searching for something he couldn't see. "I liked that boy."