"Drake, I'm afraid," Sierra whispered. "You're a man incapable of loving a woman. You said this yourself. I can't lose my heart to you. So, tell me, why should I give you the most precious thing that I can give a man?" Sierra trailed her finger over the scar near his navel. "If you can't answer this convincingly now, then start by telling me about this scar. How did you get it?"
"What you're asking, is too difficult for me to discuss casually." His mouth lingered at her ear. "Now is not the time for talking."
Rather than flee, Sierra gathered her courage and stroked the marred skin that was faintly visible. Impulsively, she lowered herself slowly to kiss him there gently.
Drake's breath caught in his throat. He never realized how sensitive the flesh of his scar was until her lips touch
