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I keep my gaze trained on her eyes and shrug impatiently. “So?”
She raises a disbelieving eyebrow and scoffs. “It’s nice that you pretend not to see them, but most people don’t.
I step in front of her, stopping her mid pace, and put my hands on her shoulders. “I’m not pretending I don’t see them. I do. I just…”
She shakes her head, her eyes softening with something like forgiveness as she takes in my face. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, but it does.” I turn her head so that the light streaming i
n through the wall length windows put her scars in stark relief. On a groan, she squeezes her eyes shut.
I loosen my hold on her. “Does it hurt to touch?”
She shakes her head sharply. “Only to think about and look at, thankfully.”
“There’s a pattern….”
“A pattern?” Her eyes pop open, all of the doubt and worry replaced by keen skepticism.
There she is.
I smile and nod. She rolls her eyes before she closes them again, but this time softly. She bites her lip when I place my finger on her cheek. I trace the raised skin and when I graze the soft place where her jaw meets her throat, she exhales and she arches her back. Lifting her chest, pressing into my touch. As drawn to me as I am to her.
“Yeah, it’s another clover,” Her fingers curl around the edge of the desk and she nods, the pulse point under my hand thrums. “I brush my nose against her cheek and inhale.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is a quivering sigh and her head droops a little.
“Smelling you.”
I flick my tongue out lick —
“Tasting you.”
She lets out a shuddering breath and bites down her plump bottom lip, but still doesn’t open her eyes.
I press my lips to the scar in a long kiss and pull away “You’re beautiful,” I whisper in her ear.
The glistening pink tip of her tongue darts out to stroke the crease in her lip and I know I’ll be replaying that every night until I’m back with her.
My phone rings and I ignore, but then hers starts to ring, too. “Who could that be?” I reach over to the night stand and grab my phone and she shuffles off the bed and snags hers from the night stand.
“Mine was Dina,” I say and wait to see if hers is, too.
“Yes.”
My phone rings again and we look at each other with trepidation. Why is she calling both of us so urgently?
“Carter. I found him,” She announces in a grave, solemn tone as soon as I answer the phone.
“Why do you sound like that?”
“Can you and Beth meet me at her father’s house?”
“Why?”
“Just hurry.” Then, she hangs up.
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