my birthday night (tw: reference to self harm)

as i laid there under the duvet, in their embrace, with their hand resting on my thigh, i couldnt help my shaking. I was terrified, their fingers just inches below my cuts, still dirty with dry bood. They asked me if im alright. „Yes” i replied „Just the cold” as they started stroking my skin, barely missing my scars under the pants. I have never been more scared, than that night, laying there afraid they would find out.