My body reacts before my brain does. I shake my head and take a step back. “It’s nothing.”
He does not stop.
“I said let me see it,” he repeats, his voice low but firm.
“No,” I say quickly. “You don’t get to just—”
Before I can finish, he reaches out and grabs my arm. His grip is firm but not painful, his fingers wrapping around my forearm as he pulls my hand away from my wrist.
“Hey!” I protest, my breath hitching as he holds my arm out between us.
His face changes the second he sees it.
The hardness in his expression cracks, replaced by something sharp and alarmed. His eyes darken as he stares at the red skin, his jaw tightening.
I swallow hard because he is close. Too close. I can feel the heat from his body, smell that same dark, clean scent that makes my head spin even when I
