Scars saw the confusion all over her face, saw the fear in her eyes, and he found himself wondering, yet again, what she was hiding behind that gorgeous mask.
“Zoe. Look at me. Right now.”
As a final, desperate act of defense and defiance, she shut her eyes.
“No.” So, so impossibly gently, Scars kissed her eyelids. “Look at me, baby.”
“I – I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because.” Her voice broke as the truth escaped from her without warning. “If I do, then I’ll crack wide open. You’ll see me, Scars, and then I’ll just – I’ll tell you everything.”
“And would that be so bad?” Scars traced the curve of her lips, knowing that he’d already seen her in ways that she had no idea that she’d given away. When she came under his fingers, his mouth, his c**k, she gave herself so completely. He’d told he
