Victoria.
I emerged from the bathroom, holding a basin and towel. The sharp stench of alcohol clung to him, and I knew I needed to clean him up. I perched on the edge of the bed, my fingers trembling as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt. This was harder than I anticipated, but I had to try.
I swallowed hard when I saw the perfect curve of his abs. How was it possible that this was the same guy who used to be overweight in high school? Now, he looked like something out of a superhero movie, as though he'd stepped straight from the oven, perfectly baked. Christian was beyond fine.
My gaze drifted to the scar on his arm, now hidden under his sleeve, and my heart ached. I leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to the spot. "I will never make you do that again, Christian," I whispered, a promise slip
