My gaze slid over Darius again and I chewed on my lip as I considered that. The comforter was pooled in his lap and his bare chest revealed the myriad of tattoos which covered his skin. There were dark flames dancing up the left side of his chest and figures rose from them in a way that was either filled with hope or pain depending on the way I looked at them. I shifted away again, pulling my eyes from the art on his skin and feeling like a bit of a stalker for staring so much. My head spun dizzily again, and I reached out for the top drawer of his nightstand, hoping to find some painkillers
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