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"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrow at him and he pauses at the doorway to the bathroom.
"My bad, Lilah. I gottatinklebabe," he shoots me a look before going in, not even closing the door or anything.
I strip and put on my light blue two-piece bathing suit. It's tied in the front even though you can't untie it and the rest is normal. I stand up on the bed and look in the large mirror that's directly across from it.
The scar on my ribs immediately catches my attention. It's especially noticeable during the winter when I'm paler than normal. Then my eyes fall down to the scars on my leg. They're horrid. And all around are smaller but still noticeable scars from the glass and the impact of the crash.
I sigh and plop down on the bed, slipping under the covers to hide myself from the mirror.
Grey comes out of the bathroom looking as gorgeous and as confident as ever with his juicy thighs and toned muscles.
"What're you doing?" He questions me.
"Wallowing in self-pity," I mumble as he comes closer. Gosh he just looks so good. He rips the covers off me and tosses them to the other side of the bed.
"Why?" He asks.
I look down at myself. Then I point to the huge scar on my rib that is exceptionally visible. His eyes travel slowly to where I'm pointing.
"What about it?"
Then I point to every other one, which is a lot and his eyes never stray from mine.
"Whatabout them?" He questions almostdaringme to say I think they look horrid.
I turn my head away from him, looking out the balcony at the mountains. He grips my jaw with his whole gargantuan hand and turns it back to him.
He leans down and kisses me harshly.
"Beautiful," he pulls away, "you're so beautiful."
"Now come on before I decide to fuck you instead of going swimming," he grips onto my hand and helps me up. Vulgar man.
He picks up one of his t-shirts and he throws it at my face.
"Put that on 'cause you turn me on too easily," he mumbles. I pull the oversized shirt over my hand and he grips my hand as soon as I'm done.
"Where even is the pool?" I question. I know it's indoors because hello this is Montana but I'm not sure where since I never got to explore.
"Over yonder," he shrugs. Great answer.
"Oh okay, now I know exactly where it is, thanks so much love," I say sarcastically, patting his booty. He decides to ignore my comment as we make it down to the kitchen.
He slaps my butt as hard as ever and the sound just resounds throughout the house, I'm sure.
"Goddamn, I heard that," Lincoln says as he exits the room I came out of earlier this morning. Oh Lord, I slept with Linc.
I melt down to the floor and mourn over the loss of my buttcheek. When I start getting feeling back in it, I rise back up and take a seat at one of the tall stools at the kitchen island.
"See what I have to deal with?" I question Lincoln and he nods.
"I feel bad for you," he gives me a smile.
"Youshouldfeel bad forme,"Grey grumbles in disagreement.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I tilt my head over at him.
"You make my hair gray," he sets his chin on his hand, his dark eyes focused on me.
