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Soon, my legs are dead and pins and needles have started prickling along my feet. I try to wiggle to move them but he’s too heavy.

“Ow, shit,” I hiss. I catch his lashes fluttering open and I look down at him and smile. “Hi,” I greet him.

“Your wriggling woke me up,” he grumbles.

“Sorry, it’s just that I’m getting pins and needles,” I apologise.

He smirks. “Come on, you owe me a shower.” He groans as he slowly sits himself up.

“Careful. I don’t want you fainting on me,” I say. Moving quickly, I ignore the pins and needles sensation that is now shooting up my entire leg as I stand in front of him, holding out my hands.

He bats them away as he gets to his feet and stands upright. As he wobbles, my hands instinctively grab him around the waist to steady him. As I press my body against his to support his weight, he looks down at me, his long hair surrounding his face like a curtain.

“Thank you,” he says softly.

I give him a small smile and nod. “Come on, I’m going to cook you some food before you have a shower,” I tell him. I take his hand in mine and slowly lead him up the stairs.

“First time a woman has led me up a set of stairs that hasn’t meant sex,” he mutters.

I roll my eyes. “Well, I’m happy to be your first.”

After leading him into the kitchen, I make him sit on the stool at the island before I go into the fridge and grab some ground beef, onion, and cheese slices. I move around the kitchen, getting all the seasoning and begin mixing it with the ground beef. After making sure the pan is hot, I place a ball of seasoned beef in and use a press to flatten it out into a patty. The smell makes my mouth water.

While it’s cooking, I go to the fridge and grab 2 bottles of water. As I place one by Scar, I can feel his eyes on me with every movement I make around the kitchen. I make another two patties and toast some buns before plating the burgers up. After adding some cheese to the warm and toasted buns—two for him and one for me—I place the plate in front of him with a selection of sauces for him to choose from.

As I take a seat beside him, I point to his plate while taking a big bite out of my burger. “Eat,” I say, pointing to his food.

He eyes me for a second and something warm reflects in his eyes. He nods and grabs one of his burgers and starts eating. He moans at the taste and I smile, watching him eat it quickly, like it may disappear.

I place my hand on his arm. “Slow down or you’ll be sick,” I warn him. He smiles and nods, not even bothering to stop to talk, and I don’t want him to. I want him to eat, to regain some strength, and then I’m going to make him take a shower and then cut his hair and beard for him. After a lot of thought, I had already decided that I was going to let him go once he was strong enough. Seeing him that weak, I know that if he doesn’t go now,he will die, and I don’t want his death on my hands. I just need him to hit me and make it look like he escaped and that I didn’t help him. Sure, I will miss him terribly, but I would rather miss him, knowing he is alive, than miss him because he’s dead.

He finishes his last bite and moans, patting his stomach. I watch as he takes a long glug of his water before he grabs the back of my head and places a swift kiss on my temple.

“Angel, that was fucking incredible,” he sighs.

I wipe my mouth with a napkin and smile. “It was just a burger.” I shrug.

“The best fucking burger I have ever tasted,” he affirms.

“You want dessert?” I ask. “I have some chocolate cookie dough ice cream,” I offer.

He shakes his head no. “For now, I’m good.”

I nod and stand. After taking his plate, I put it in the dishwasher. “I will show you to the shower,” I suggest, waiting for him. He stands, still a little wobbly, but a lot stronger than earlier. I begin to walk towards the stairs and as he reaches for my hand, I turn and look over my shoulder, smiling at him before I lead him upstairs to my bedroom. After closing the door behind us, I watch him look around my room.

“Well, and now you’ve brought me to your room. Pulling out all the moves tonight, aren’t you, angel?” He winks.

I laugh and walk into the en-suite bathroom, quickly switching on the shower and placing some fresh towels on the side for him. “Shower. I will leave the door slightly open, just in case you feel lightheaded. Call me if you need help. I will go and see what spare clothes I can find. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet,” I say, pointing above the sink before I then turn to leave.

“Elsie?” he calls. I stop in the doorway and look at him. He exhales a slow and long breath, closing his eyes, as if fighting something. As he slowly opens his eyes, his grey eyes searthrough mine, burning me. “Thank you.” His voice cracks as he tries to contain his emotion.

My lips curve into a small smile. “Always.” I nod.

CHAPTER SIX

SCAR

Standingbeneath the hot spray of the shower feels like the most incredible thing I have ever experienced in my life. I use her shampoo and soap, loving that it all smells of her; sweet citrus. I run my hands over my body, feeling my ribcage under my fingertips. Exhaling a breath, I lift my head up towards the shower, letting the hot water cascade over my face.

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