Chapter 38

Scarlett’s POV

With probably a relieved huff, he begins discarding the clothes he was putting on; he comes to the bed and plops himself down in only a grey t-shirt and a pair of black briefs that make him look like the perfect description of the forbidden fruit that Eve had no choice but eat. Very tempting.

He shows no sign of talking to me, though, with his back turned to me, which is a gruff determination of his to fall asleep as fast as possible. I don’t push it. Instead, I turn the other way and try to get myself to fall asleep with the ache of arousal brewing in my pelvis.

“I had a partner once. Aria. She was the only person who knew everything about me. We shared everything together.” He narrates from his side of his bed, and I perk my ears up to listen. “…including our lives. We were in love. There was this covert operation that we were sent on, and at one point, we were engaged in exchange for gunfire with these terrorist organizations. It wasn’t our