Grinning with pride, Richie peers down over his shoulder, trying to get a good look at it. The angle is one of the annoying things about it being on his backside. He's got plenty of other scars -- the nicks and dings of growing up a little wild, burns from the kitchen -- but this is the one with the best story.
"Before. Got it a few years ago. Blitzed out of my fucking mind. I think it was a dare. Pretty cool, right?"
He pulls his shorts up and turns back around, still smiling down at Grace.
"So now we're, like, even. So you don't have to worry about anything. We're both fucking badasses."
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Grinning with pride, Richie peers down over his shoulder, trying to get a good look at it. The angle is one of the annoying things about it being on his backside. He's got plenty of other scars -- the nicks and dings of growing up a little wild, burns from the kitchen -- but this is the one with the best story.
"Before. Got it a few years ago. Blitzed out of my fucking mind. I think it was a dare. Pretty cool, right?"
He pulls his shorts up and turns back around, still smiling down at Grace.
"So now we're, like, even. So you don't have to worry about anything. We're both fucking badasses."