Rage fills me. I’m seconds from demanding she tell me who did this so that I can kill them before I remind myself that this isn’t the time for that.
Wren showed me her scars. That wasn’t something she did by accident; no, this was a choice, and one that I’m sure she didn’t make easily.
I can kill people for her later; right now, I simply want to bask in her presence.
“Gods, you're fucking beautiful,” I tell her, the words that I’d been thinking because why the hell not.
Something tells me she doesn’t hear them nearly enough, and judging by the way her head snaps up, eyes locking with mine, I’d say I need to start saying them more often.
“Do you think…” she trails off, fidgeting with her fingers as she chews on her bottom lip, and I can’t keep the smile off my lips as I watch her.
“Yes?” I try to encourage her, curious as all hell about what she’s going to ask.
“Would you be willing to help me?” She peeks up through her lashes. She could have just asked me to give her every drop of my magic, and I’m almost positive I would have agreed, but this…
“It would be my pleasure.” The answer rolls off my tongue more easily than my own name. I don’t hesitate. Reaching up, Ipull my shirt over my head, letting it drop on the ground by my feet.
One of my favorite things about Wren is that you can read every emotion on her face; she’s an open book, and fuck me if the way she’s reacting doesn’t stroke my ego and my fucking cock.
I have her full attention as I move to unbutton my pants, her eyes tracking my movements as if she can’t get enough. I might move slower just to tease her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I hear her breath hitch when I push them down, letting them pool on the floor at my feet.
There’s no hiding the effect she has on me now. Not that I could much before; if she had looked, it would have been obvious, but now…
Her eyes go almost comically wide, and her mouth drops open before she spins back around and scrambles back toward the shower.
I’m tempted to take my boxers off, but I don’t want to actually break her, and given the way she just reacted, that definitely would.
“Why are there so many knobs?” I walk into the shower stall and can’t help but smile as she fumbles around. This shower is a lot more complicated than it needs to be; one of the few perks Nolan gets from being the dean's son is that he got the best room. Though I’m sure that has more to do with keeping up appearances than him actually giving a fuck about Nolan.
“Like this.” I step up behind her, reaching around her to flick two knobs and push a button. The water usually comes from the ceiling and walls, but for this, the handle seems like a better idea.
I hear her heart as it beats at nearly double time, the only other sound being the water and our breathing.
We're close, so close I can feel the warmth of her skin. The urge to reach out and touch her is so powerful that I have to fist my hand to ensure I don’t.
She asked me for help, and while I’m sure that’s not all she wanted, I want that to be her choice.
I want her to come to me.
We stand there for so long that I’m second-guessing if I read this situation wrong before she finally whips around, craning her head back so that our gazes meet.
Her eyes are wide and so fucking uncertain, as if she can’t fathom that I might want this, want her, and I fold.
I lean in, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close. I thread my fingers through her hair, not caring if they end up purple.
Worth it.
She melts into me, her lips parting when I run my tongue along her bottom lip, and I groan as the taste of her explodes in my mouth. Just as sweet as her scent, yet somehow my memory didn’t do her justice. I suddenly feel like I’ve been starving without her.
She moans and whimpers. Every sound makes me impossibly harder, my throbbing cock pressing into her stomach, begging for more. Unable to resist, I unwrap my arm from her back to touch her, trailing my fingers up her waist.
The skin on her stomach is soft despite the scars, but I know they're there, and when she jumps at the contact, I know without her telling me that's why.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” I whisper against her lips as my fingers trail lower. Her eyes slowly pull open to look up at me, dazed and drunk off our kiss.
There’s so much trust there, something I’m not sure I deserve, but fuck, I want to.
I pull back enough to free her lips but can’t go far. I just want to hear her.
