His hands shift to my shoulders, and his fingers brush over the edge of my bandage. He pulls back with a puckered brow.<br />“Are you hurt?” he asks.<br />“No. It’s another tattoo. It’s healed, I just…wanted to keep it covered up.”<br />“Can I see?”<br />I nod, my throat tight. I pull my sleeve down and slip my shoulder out of it. He stares down at my shoulder for a second, and then runs his fingers over it. They rise and fall with my bones, which stick out farther than I’d like. When he touches me, I feel like everywhere his skin meets mine is changed by the connection. It sends a thrill through my stomach. Not just fear. Something else, too. A wanting.<br />He peels the corner of the bandage away. His eyes roam over the symbol of Abnegation, and he smiles.<br />“I have the same one,” he says, laughing. “On my back.”<br />“Really? Can I see it?”<br />He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder.<br />“Are you asking me to undress, Tris?”<br />A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. “Only…partially.