Chapter 9: His Scar

My eyes fluttered open to the bright sun hitting my face, I softly brushed back pieces of my hair away from my cheek while turning on my back. I winched at the sudden jab of pain between my legs, memories of last night entered my mind. My eyes slowly trailed over to a peacefully sleeping Hudson, he was laying on his stomach with his blonde hair covering some of his face.

This man was truly beautiful, his features were sharp and gentle yet his eyes were filled with so much pain.

He's a patient

I ranked my fingers through my hair, sexual frustration controlled my entire body last night. I tried my best sitting up without making any sound but the bed kept squeaking so I stayed completely still not wanting to wake him up and face the embarrassment.

I spotted his scar, my fingers glided across the huge mark. Scars tell stories some are deeper than others, my scars appear in my mind and his physically. I was focused on memorising every curve and bump against his body that I didn't notice he