“No, I need to prove that your scars mean nothing to me."

He held her close, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"What if I mar my own face? We could be a matching pair."

“You are such a nuisance, Camila grumbled, a mix of irritation and amusement on her face.

Isaac's hold on her tightened as he reassured her, "I really don't dislike you."