Chapter 25

• As I lay in bed, I can’t help but stare at the back of my mate as he gently takes his shirt off, seeing the marks spread across him, even as he glances over his shoulder, his eyes questioning. I cough, feeling inexplicably nervous, even though my eyes refuse to move away from him.
• “I can’t stop thinking about that woman,” I said quietly, her very image etched into my mind.
• He exhales and then pauses, looking closer at me as he moves towards me, grabbing his writing pad.