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“Amber, I don’t expect this of you.”

“Is that the end of your argument, hun, or just the beginning?”

I groaned. She wasn’t going to back down. I reached out for her, my hand cupping her face.

A smile spread across her lips. She kissed my hand, and I laid back. Okay. I would try and do my best to respect her and keep some sort of control. Then her lips moved down me, and I knew immediately I was lost.

Chapter 13

Amber

When Jax and I broke up, he put my heart on pause. Then he came back into my life and pressed play. And now, it was back to beating for him.

I leaned my head against the tiles, the water running down my back. Okay, Jax was going to wake up and freak out. I knew him. I knew how he was going to react to this. I turned the taps off and stepped out of the shower.

Okay. If he was going to react like I expected him to, then my heart would break into even smaller pieces. Why the fuck had I set myself up for this? I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and then looked up.

And there he was standing in the doorway, his eyes on me. He was dressed, looking calm, and his eyes were all over my body. I suddenly felt really self-conscious. Last time he looked at me, I was six years younger. I quickly grabbed a towel off the rail and wrapped it around me.

It was daylight now; there was no hiding my scar in the darkness. I hated my scar. Jack’s scar. It was a permeant reminder on my body of a time when I nearly lost Jack. It was a time I wasn’t a good mother. Guilt flooded my body every time I saw it. I tucked the towel under my arms and turned to face him.

Shit.

He noticed I was hiding from him. I felt ashamed. But what did he expect? I was six years older, with a scar on my stomach!

“Morning,” I said, not really sure what else to say. My eyes flicked up to the mirror when he came to a stop behind me. He was looking me in the eyes, and I couldn’t handle it, so I dropped my gaze to the basin.

“It’s actually afternoon.” His voice was low.

My heart rate went up a few notches when his hands went to the top of the towel. I knew what he was going to do, which made me go into a state of panic. God, any woman would be anxious in this position, letting the love of your life see you with all flaws.

He unwrapped the towel from around me. And my hands were actually shaking. I quickly gripped the bench, not wanting him to see it.

He took the towel off me. And I wasn’t sure what I was expecting him to do. But he started drying my hair. Pressing my hair gently into the towel, getting the water out.

“You okay?” His voice was low, and I wanted to cover my breasts but at the same time my stomach. I couldn’t do both. So, my hands just kept clenched to the bench.

“I’m just wet.” I wanted to slap myself. Seriously! I said the word wet! In front of him! To him! God, I was an idiot.

“Wet, huh?” The smirk was clear in his voice.

“It’s what happens when you shower.” And I unclenched my hands from the bench and covered my scar. I decided that was what I wanted to hide more.

I glanced up and I saw his expression. His smirk disappeared, and he slowly kept drying my hair.

I didn’t know what to say so I kept my mouth clamped shut.

He was being so gentle as he dried my hair.

“Your hair is longer,” he observed.

“Um, yeah, I’m thinking of cutting it off again.” My hands hovered over my scar.

“Again?” His eyes glanced to mine in the mirror.

“Um, yeah.” I frowned. I should add detail. “I cut it off when Jack was young. You know, a baby and long hair didn’t really go.” I chewed my bottom lip, watching for his reaction.

It was a simple subject but it felt like we were talking about something really intimate, not just my hair. Or maybe we were avoiding the main subject which was last night. Well, this morning.

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