Page 61 of Sinful Scars

I nibble on my lower lip as he climbs the rest of the way through the window, but he makes no move to join me on the bed. Instead, he stays over by the wall, completely masked in shadow.

I wish I could see his face, if only to read his expression.

Is he feeling awkward about what happened the other night? Are his eyes filled with regret or lust?

I’m about to ask when he speaks up.

“How did your therapy session go?”

“I…Uh…” I shouldn’t be so surprised that he knows I visited Dr. Mills this afternoon, but his question still catches me off guard. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“We didn’t discuss our…situation, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I fiddle with the hem of my cami.

“I’m not.”

“Oh, okay, then.”

“But I would like you to tell me how it went.”

My skin prickles as my body comes alive with need, imagining him speaking like that in my ear as he touches me.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore the dull throbbing that is building between my thighs.

“I will, if you tell me something about yourself first.”

His answering sigh has my stomach fluttering.

I don’t want to push him away, not now that I've finally got him here. But I need more.

“I don’t like broccoli.”

“That’s not good enough.”

“Fine. I don’t like cheese either.”

“No, I’m not playing this game. You know intimate details about me, about my life, and I know absolutely nothing about you.”

“It’s for your own good?—”

“You’re saying I can’t know anything? Come on, tell me one thing about you that no one else knows. And I swear if you say you don’t like pizza or something, we’re going to have a problem.”

“That’s where you draw the line?” His voice’s laced with amusement.

“What can I say, I’m half Italian,. But I’m guessing you already knew that.”

“Your surname was a pretty obvious clue.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“You already know more about me than most people.”

“What, that you’re skilled with your tongue?”

His answering laugh sends a shiver down my spine. It’s hesitant, as if he’s surprised by it.

My chest tightens at the thought.

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