AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“W-what…” Goosebumps rise on my skin from his nearness. My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip. I peek over my shoulder, seeing the top of his naked chest. I can feel his warmth pressing into me from behind. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He grabs the shampoo from the shelf, squeezing a little bit into his palm. “Tilt your head back.”
Too tired to fight him, I do as he says. Soon enough, his expert fingers are massaging my scalp. I let out a soft moan as he shampoos my hair. It feels so nice I want to cry. Or maybe that’s my hormones that are all over the place.
“Rinse,” Prescott whispers, breaking the quiet.
I step under the spray, tilting my head back and letting the water wash over me. Then he repeats the process once again as if he knows how much I need this.
His body brushes against mine as he grabs the body wash next.
“I can…”
Prescott wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to him, his lips pressing against the crook of my neck. A shiver runs through me, making my knees buckle underneath. I swear that if Prescott weren’t holding onto me, I’d have fallen on my ass right then and there.
“You don’t have to hide from me.”
“I—” My throat bobs as I swallow the knot stuck inside, my words coming out raspy. “I don’t think I can.”
“You’ve seen my scars, doll.”
I shake my head. “That’s not the same.”
“Why not?”
“These are ugly.”
“Have you even seen them?” he challenges.
“I just…” Another shake of my head. “Can’t. It’s too soon.”
Too fast. Too soon. Too much.
Just too freaking much.
“Then how can you know they’re ugly? You’re alive because of these scars.”
“We don’t know that yet. Not for sure.”
He starts to turn me so I’m facing him. I try to resist, but he doesn’t let me. So I give in, closing my eyes, so I don’t have to see the look on his face when he sees my scars.
Fingers caress my cheekbone; his touch is so tender I think I almost imagined it. “Open those pretty baby blues, doll,” Prescott whispers.
I shake my head, refusing to give in. He wants to see me like this? He can suit himself, but I don’t have to watch the devastation and pity in his eyes.
“C’mon, I never thought you were a coward.”
“This game won’t work. Not this time.”
Prescott presses his forehead against mine. “I’m not playing games. Never with this.”
A promise.
Slowly, I blink my eyes open to find him staring at me. “Was that so hard?”
My throat bobs, but no words come out. Prescott cups my cheeks with both hands. “You’ve seen my scars, Jade. You don’t ever have to be afraid to show me yours. Ever.” He presses his mouth against my forehead. This kiss is hard, almost bruising. “When you’re ready. Okay? Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here to show you just how beautiful you are. Scars or no scars.”
He takes a step back, his gaze holding mine. Not moving an inch. “I’ll be in your room, so yell if you need anything.”
