Back then, I cried uncontrollably, overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame. But Austin wiped my tears away with a gentle hand and gave me a carefree smile. “It’s nothing,” he said, shrugging. “It’s just a scar. Doesn’t make me any less handsome.” My tears only fell harder. “Does it hurt?” Seeing me cry made him panic. He waved his hands, flustered. “No, it doesn’t hurt. Not even a little. Please sto