What the hell was that?
Where did he get that scar from?
Why have I never seen it before?
Is that why he always wears that cap?
"What is with all the yelling?" Caden appears behind me with his arms crossed over chest, stretching the shirt around his arms and exposing the black ink that covers his shoulder and chest.
Hot!
SNAP OUT OF IT! I internally slap myself for getting distracted so easily by this man.
"Nothing." Trey's voice comes from the now open door, his lakers cap secured tightly on his head. "Ember, can I speak to you for a moment?" Alone." He is eyeing Caden as he says the last part.
"I guess so." I am hesitant to be alone with him, especially after seeing his scar. How could I have lived under the same roof as him for a year and a half and not had seen it? Caden
