The word "beautiful" wasn't typically used to describe a man, but at that moment, as Olivia gazed at him, it was the only word that came to her mind.
He was beautiful in a way that transcended typical standards. He was beautiful despite the scars. In fact, he had countless scars tracing along his skin, but it was the bullet scar near his heart that made her pause. It was deeper than she had thought.
Without thinking, her fingers moved toward his scar, but the moment her skin made contact, Clayton's eyes flew open, his body reacting before his mind could catch up.
In an instant, he rolled over, pinning Olivia's hands above her head. She let out a shriek that echoed in the stillness of the room.
“I-it h-hurts,” Olivia winced, trying to free herself from his unyielding grip.
Clayton’s ex
