CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

"You look gorgeous, by the way." Gavin’s blue-gray eyes are all I see and a shy smile comes to my mouth.

He takes my hand and kisses my wrist, pulling back while he looks down at it for a long moment. A pit of fear forms low in my stomach.

"I wanted to ask you about these, baby. Don’t think I didn’t notice last night."

I gasp in response. Hearing his voice so domineering is both exciting and worrying. My eyes drop to the four long cuts along my wrist from when my grief from Jeremy and the rejection and blame of my mother and myself got to be too much.

The pain helped at the time, but I’ve never told anyone that. They’re faded now, but they’ll always be there to remind me of my weakness at the worst time in my life.

Gavin’s hand gently grasps my chin and lifts my gaze to his clear blue eyes.

"Sophia?" I see the concern and maybe anger in his eyes as he gazes down at me, his hand holding my wrist while his other cups my cheek.

"Can we talk after? Do you need to get back to work rig