FIONA
We were still lying next to each other and Ethan’s hand slid slowly and carefully down my arm and stopped just short of my wrist, where my healing injury lay hidden beneath cloth and the medicine the doctor had applied.
His thumb hovered there, not quite touching it. “You scare me,” he said almost under his breath and that startled me enough that I moved back slightly in his arms so I could lift my head and look him full in the eye.
The expression on his face was nothing like the usual teasing arrogance I was used to. There was something rawer in the way he stared at me now. Something unguarded.
“I scare you?” I echoed and he let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Yes, you do.”
“That makes no sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” he said. “I was the one who found yo
