Gently, slowly, he guided her hand up and down her body, ran their fingers along each and every scar. He left the largest one for last, knowing that this was the one that frightened and disgusted her the most. That asshole had sliced her from her breastbone straight down the middle of her body, all the way to her navel. The scar was thick and raised, an angry, vivid purple, and every time she looked at it, she remembered how terrified she had been at that moment. She'd truly thought he was going to gut her like a fish; she'd thought she was going to die.
Dallas paused at the top of the scar. “OK?”
She nodded again.
He took her small hand in his large one and carefully traced the scar down. A sob caught in her chest, and he stopped.
“Olivia?”
“Don’t stop,” she said. “I’m OK.”
“You sur
