Those eyes drew me in, soft and searching, as if in the dark he could finally let his guard down, could finally stop caring about keeping up his intense, moody bravado. I knew it came from a place of protection, a constant need to be on the alert, but I liked this side of him. My gaze traveled further down to a small scar on the edge of his jaw. He didn’t so much as flinch when I reached out to trace the length of it, feeling its smoothness against rough stubble.
