Numb Spot On Back Below Shoulder Blade Novels & Stories

On the skin just below his jaw, slightly toward the back of the neck, where nothing had been this morning when I had seen him from close range. A mark.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I developed a serious itch on my left lower back, almost reaching the start of my b*tt. I'd thought it was an infection or something I had picked up somewhere. But yesterday, the itching almost drove me mad, I had scratched it so much, my claws breaking the skin, causing the area to bleed from the unfair irritation. By evening it had looked like a bad sore, all blotchy red with some swelling, blood and pus from my incessant scratching. But when I woke up this morning it was all gone, the sores, the itching, the bleeding gone, replaced by a siren mate mark.

I just could not keep my eyes off him. My client was running on the treadmill, giving me time to look over at the front desk. Elias lifted his head, glancing from side to side, not seeming to notice that I was staring. When he looked back down, his hand cupped one of his pecs, gently massaging it. I furrowed my eyebrows. Did his chest hurt or something? It would make sense if he had been working out, but he claimed he had not. I tilted my head, watching as he squeezed and poked around. Right in the center, a dark spot started to form on his light blue shirt. It looked like it was right over his nipple.

As the warm water sprayed on her body, Evie suddenly felt something sharp on her upper left back before it became itchy. Evie frowned while scratching the area, but it suddenly felt like burning. She quickly finished her bath so she could check. After showering, she stepped out of the glass case, into the carpeted floor to walk towards the floor-length mirror to look at it. To her surprise, her upper left back was bleeding. It was burning, and itchy that she grabbed a smaller towel to wipe the blood so she could check what happened. Her upper left back was where her tattoo of the symbol of Gemini was. She wondered if it got infected or something.

“So congratulations.” Silence settles on us, heavy and thick. It’s like there’s a wall between us neither of us knows how to break. Finally, she says, almost too softly, “Do you have a birthmark on your back?” I blink. “What?” “Your left shoulder blade. A crescent mark. Do you have it?” My breath hitches. “…Yes.”

How can you not know you have a whole back tattoo. "It is beautiful I say as I start to take my hand and trace over it. It looks like a half-moon starting on his Right side and going all the way down his back. I trace the moon as I look to the left side. On the left side, it looks like rays of light beaming out and covering the left side. I am in awe as I continue to trace the lines and shapes on his back. It is stunning.

Turning my back to the large window over the sink, I look over my shoulder at the damage that was done. Four significant cuts span my back. They are red and swollen, and they definitely look infected. I let out a groan. Osiris will most certainly make me go to the doctor if he sees my back, and I really don't want to explain that I got into a fight with a naked woman because she was trying to sleep with my pretend mate.

Or are they scared? No matter how hard I try, I cannot look up because my shoulder blades hurt like hell. I have no idea why and why it feels as if I am carrying something heavy on my back. Everyone seems to be getting their eyes from my direction as if looking at me hurts them. It does not make sense.

But it's driving me crazier. “Nadia!” “There’s a mark on your back,” she says slowly. “Right near your spine.” “What?!” “Does it hurt?” she asks gently. “No.” I shake my head. “I can't even feel anything there. But my hands are still—” “I can’t believe this,” she says under her breath. “What?!” I cry out. “Nadia, you're scaring me. What can’t you believe?” She quickly stands up and turns, clearly on her way out.

The light traveled over the line of his shoulders and the slope of his spine I noticed a tattoo on his back close to his shoulders I hadn’t picked up before: a spider inked over what looked like the faded outline of a skull. Faint shadows of the old design showed beneath the new one. I considered asking, but some things felt private, like bookmarks in someone else’s book. I let it be.