Chapter 143

Even if I wasn't going to make the first move, Darren astonishingly managed to hold himself back. I watched as he bit down hard on his lip until there were beads of blood. Looking at that, I sighed helplessly. I leaned forward to kiss him, and the moment our lips touched, his tightly clenched teeth relaxed. I took it as a sign of welcome. … It was early morning by the time I woke up cradling against his firm chest. My waist ached, and my throat felt parched raw. Even without trying, I knew I couldn't make a sound. I looked up and saw Darren's handsome face resting against my arm. For the first time, I got a clear look at the terrifying scar that stretched down his body. The scar started from his neck, extended across his chest, and trailed to his abs. As my fingers lightly traced the uneven surface of the scar, it showed me just how severe the wound had been. Darren remained deeply asleep and showed no signs of waking up. I placed my hand on his forehead and found it was stil