“Why won’t you look at me, Scar?” My stomach flip-flops, and when I don’t respond, he tips my chin up so that I’m looking right at him. “What’s there to look at?” I cast my eyes down, even though he doesn’t drop my chin. God, he’s gorgeous. Tall, toned, and tanned. His sultry honey eyes match the dampened tips of hair that shimmer like gold. Every inch of his body is perfectly sculpted. My heart pitter-patters when his thumb grazes my lower lip. “Me.” He tips my chin again. “Look at me, Scar.”
