“Zoe?”
She raised her tousled head and looked at him. “Yes?”
Just then, he did something so surprising, so unexpected, so damn gorgeous, that her heart stood still in her chest.
Scars reached up, traced the curve of her cheek with one finger. Slow. Soft. Gentle.
“Beautiful,” he said, and this wasn’t a growl or a grunt. His deep voice wasn’t harsh, or hard, or full of s*x. No, it was full of wonder, of awe. Full of light. “So damn beautiful.”
He slipped out of her then, but still held her closer, and they were quiet for a few minutes. Just breathing together, recovering together, rejoining this world together.
Scars smiled to himself, simply unable to believe that she’d just shown up at Satan’s, just wandered on into his life. No way he was letting her go, now that she’d appeared. He
