“What? You’re tired, and I could go for a nap too.”
Nox’s eyes searched mine expectantly, like he was really hoping I’d say yes to the nap. I almost laughed and told him to fuck off, but then I remembered how well I had slept the last time I’d stayed over.
“Okay,” I nodded.
Nox smiled, his eyes almost excited as he scooted up towards the pillows. “You’re gonna think I’m weird, but I don’t do street clothes in bed.”
I just looked at him in confusion, and he clarified.
“I don’t wear my outside clothes in bed. I mean, under the blankets on my sheets. So, if you wanted to get under the duvet then you can borrow some pajamas.”
“Oh,” I nodded in understanding. “I’m the same way.”
“Really?” he asked, wide eyed.
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I think it’s gross when people sit on their bed, especially with their shoes on.”
He nodded in agreement and walked over to his dresser, throwing a pair of sweats and a shirt at me to put on. Nox grabbed a pair of sweatpants for himself and then motioned for me to turn around.
“No peeking,” he warned with a wink, before turning around himself.
My heart skipped a couple beats at the thought of changing in the same room, but I ignored it and quickly replaced my clothes for his.
“Are you done?” I asked as I folded my clothes into a pile on the floor.
“Yeah, you?”
“Yep,” I said as I turned around.
He smiled as he quickly looked me over before climbing under the duvet patting the space beside him. I slipped under the covers, leaving a good foot of distance between us, and adjusted until I was comfortable on my back. I looked over and noticed that Nox was on his side facing me, his arm tucked beneath his pillow.
“Can I ask you something?” He spoke softly, glancing down to my chest.
Okay, what the fuck now?
“Sure,” I said with an eye roll.
“Who gave you those scars?”
I physically jolted back a few inches, stunned by his unexpected question. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He looked like he was trying to tame a feral animal as he explained himself. “I noticed the cigarette burns on your chest. Not now, I mean, I wasn’t watching you change. I noticed them weeks ago when you had showered at my place. I was just wondering how they happened.”
I squinted my eyes, fighting the urge to cuss him out for being so damn nosy and rude. He didn’t apologize or tell me not to answer, Enoch simply met my stare, patiently waiting. I let out a sigh after another eye roll before relenting. I propped myself up on one arm so I could pull down his shirt to expose the scars below my collarbones.
“Most of them came from Javi.” I brushed my finger over one of the soft pink circles.
I let the shirt go and laid back down, waiting for him to say something. His expression was pensive, his lips pulled inwards, and his thick brows pinched in the middle.
“Who else abused you?” he finally asked.
“What?”
“Well, you saidmostof them were from Javier.”
“Wait,no. Javi didn’t abuse me,” I shot back, my body tensed with anger at his suggestion.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a hand raised in surrender. “You-you just said that Javier burned you with cigarettes. That’s…that’s abuse, Shiloh.”
