It's heavy and cold against her skin but she can feel the metal beginning to warm almost immediately. She knows she must look a sight and even though there isn't any pain, the bandages and stitches on her cheek are impossible to ignore. But somehow she still feels desirable when he looks at her and that's what matters. Only him and no one else.

"Now we can sleep." His gifts can wait until tomorrow, until they both feel more like themselves. All she wants is to close her eyes and hear him breathing next to her and feel his skin against hers and shut out the rest of the world. Anything else she's meant to feel, any consequences of what she's done, all of it can wait.