Chapter 9
Zoey
Seeing Sawyer shirtless is something else. The muscle I was prepared for, the tattoo on his side—a skeleton with three swords in it—and the scars are a surprise. There are a few scars on his back too. They’re puckered, small... the size of a cigarette.
I hesitate to touch him, but that stupid comment reminds me we do have a time limit. Asher and Maeve went for a walk earlier and I’m sure they will return soon. I stroke down his neck and then dig my thumbs in. I roll them in slow circles while kneading the muscle below.
He takes a slow breath. Him raising his voice at me was unexpected. But that wasn’t anger. Not really. I know that. My best friend, Tiff, she doesn’t come from the best home. She lashes out when she’s upset. She doesn’t know how else to show it.
I’m start
