It’s the wrong time to be looking at him this way, but I haven’t seen Kade like this in so long, I’d forgotten just how handsome and perfect he is. My eyes fall on the scar he hasn’t covered, my gaze following the purple line from the corner of his mouth, all the way down his throat to where it stops, above his heart. He follows my gaze, and when he looks back up at me, he doesn’t try to hide it.
