I drag my fingers over my sweaty skin and turn to glance down at the face of the boy closest to me. It's Ransom Riggs, the dark eyed, dark haired bassist for Beauty in Lies. Surprisingly, he's awake. Even more surprisingly, he's still naked, the faint scar on the left side of his face almost invisible when compared to the ones on his chest, partially hidden by black and grey tattoos. His eyes are locked on my face, and his mouth crooks into a sensual half-smile when he sees me looking at him. “You alright, sweetheart?”
