Chapter 23 Barbie Wishes She Had Your Teeth

• [CAMI]
• Zeke was told to rest, to let his stitches heal, to take his goddamn pills and not move around.
• But instead, I find him pacing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows like he’s a restless caged wolf. Barefoot, black slacks sitting low on his hips, shirtless. The rippling muscles of his back are shamelessly on display, so are the scars. There's a glass of something dark in his hand—probably whiskey. He doesn’t turn when he hears me walk in, not even when I click the door and lock it behind me.