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ALEX
Evie stares up at me with her big blue eyes, and my heart seems to beat even faster.
Standing here with only bandages covering my body, I’ve never felt so self-conscious.
It’s stupid. I know she doesn’t care. I shouldn’t, either.
If someone would have told me that I’d have ended up like this, I’d have been adamant I wouldn’t care about the scars or damage done to my body. It’s just a fucking body, for fuck’s sake. A machine. But the moment I woke and saw the state of me, my arms especially, my unease over it started to grow.
It’s their fault, and it probably all stems from being locked in that room with Zay. And I’m sure a good therapist will fix me, because it’s bullshit. I know it is. And yet, the fear of Evie taking one look at my fucked-up arms and turning away from me is so fucking real it rocks me to my very core.
Stupid fucking irrational fears.
I was forced to face my fear of my own blood in the most brutal way, and it seems to have been replaced with another bullshit one that has no place in my head.
Proving me right, at the sight of my body, Evie doesn’t turn away or look disgusted in any way. Instead, her eyes darken as she bites down on her bottom lip, studying me with more than just a little interest.
“An hour, you say?” she whispers seductively, taking a step closer, lifting her hand and tracing one finger over the ridge of my collarbone. “That sure is a long time.”
“It is. And yet, you seem to be wasting it,” I tease, focusing on us and her instead of the shit in my head.
My skin erupts with goosebumps as she drags her finger over one of the bandages still on my chest until she circles my nipple, making my entire body shudder.
Her other hand lands on my waist, her thumb grazing down the V that will direct her straight to my dick like a three-dimensional map, and I flinch.
Her eyes widen in shock, but I don’t get a chance to tell her that is was desire, not fear.
“None of this scares me, Alex. Whatever is hiding under these bandages, it won’t stop me loving you, wanting you. You’re as beautiful to me as you’ve ever been. You always will be.”
A massive, messy lump of emotion crawls up my throat as I stare down at her, stopping me from saying even the simplest of words.
Leaning forward, Evie presses a soft kiss to my pec before another and then another.
I watch her every move and she heads toward my shoulder.
I know what she’s going to do—I can practically see her intentions written in her eyes—but it doesn’t stop me from gasping when her lips touch the corner of the first bandage that wraps around my upper arm.
I swallow thickly as she continues kissing over the healing wound hiding beneath. Her eyes never stray from mine as she silently tells me how much she loves me.
‘Evie,’ I mouth, my voice apparently broken as she kisses a trail down my arm, ensuring she makes contact with every bandage, every cut. Her hand mimics her actions on the other side, ensuring my entire body is covered in goosebumps, and my cock is rock fucking hard.
When she can’t reach any lower, she drops to her knees, continuing down my forearm. When she gets to my hand, she lifts it and presses a kiss to the centre of my palm.
‘I love you,’ she mouths, her hands landing on my thighs, her fingers gently brushing my almost healed cuts there.
I can’t move. I can barely fucking think as she slowly moves closer to where my dick bobs in front of her, desperately seeking action.
Just as gently as her previous touches, she presses a kiss to the side of my shaft.
That one kiss rocks through me with the power of a fucking tsunami.
“Evie,” I growl, cupping the back of her head.
My chest heaves and my head spins with everything she’s giving me.
I’ll never be worthy of this woman. Never.
But I’m going to fucking try, because she’s everything.
