I cannot help biting my lip – just the edge of it! – as Christian lifts up his shirt and reveals his very…very defined stomach muscles.
But my intrigue on that point is immediately dashed when I see the huge scar that stretches across his left side, moving from his ribs almost to his navel.
“Christian!” I gasp, again horrified, leaning forward and pressing my hand to the scar almost as if I could heal it, make it disappear. “What – what happened!?”
“Am I still a pretty boy?” he asks, sarcastic, not sharing any of my horror.
I flick my eyes up at him, glaring at his glib response, which just makes him laugh. “Seriously,” I murmur, shaking my head and tracing my fingers along the line of the scar. I don’t miss the way it makes him shiver. “What happened to you?”
“Job went wrong,” he mu
