I wake to find Jacks not in the bed.. again. I can smell food though so I’m assuming he’s in the kitchen. I see his shirt on the floor when I climb out of bed and decide to put it on. It hangs down almost to my knees.
I make my way to the kitchen stopping in my tracks when I see him. He’s only wearing sweat pants giving me a full view of his naked back. No surprise it’s just as muscular as the rest of his body. When I get a little closer I see his back is covered in scars. It was dark in the room last night so I couldn’t see as well and I suddenly wonder if his front is the same.
He turns his head seeing me stare at his scarred back. He doesn’t say anything he just turns back to the stove continuing to cook. I approach him slowly running my hands across his back. The bumps from the sca
