I continue to trace my fingertips over the rest of the scar, following the path until it’s around his left eye. The one that’s a little cloudy.
The scars here are old. Terrifyingly old now that I can get a better look at them. Possibly there since he was a teenager.
“Can you see this?” I ask, wiggling my fingers by my face.
He tilts his head as if he’s not sure what I’m doing, but he offers me a single nod.
“Good! Can you see this?” I ask, wiggling my hand a little to my right and his left.
He offers me a nod, though I can see the way his right eye tracks my hand.
“Okay, what about this?” I ask, wiggling my hand against the wall.
He tries to turn his head, but I reach up and still his movement with a hand to his cheek.
“I know this is a little weird. I just want to see something. Humor me?”
He stills again, and I offer him a bright smile.
The leather notes of his scent grow thick in the air around us.
I guess he likes it when I smile.
I glance down, a blush taking over my entire face when I see something in his boxers stir.
I guess hereallylikes my smile.
God, I really shouldn’t be thinking of this startlingly handsome, absolutely jacked alpha’s… member. Erect member.
Very, very, very large member.
I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“Okay, try not to turn your head. Can you see this?” I ask, wiggling my fingers along where he should be able to see if he had any peripheral vision in his damaged eye.
Silence stretches out between us as he stays still.
“Can you?” I whisper, my voice strained.
He gives me a single shake of his head.
No.
Oh. He’s blind.
At least in that eye.
A pained sound leaves my throat as I reach back up and brushmy fingertips gently against the old scars there. Someone took his vision from him.
He doesn’t like that noise, because his face twists, his lips pulling back as he lets out a growl.
“I—I’m sorry,” I say, pursing my lips together and blinking quickly to try to fight the burn of tears I feel behind my eyes. “I shouldn’t be freaking out. It’s—it’s just—“ I hold his face in my hands. “The world has been so mean to you.”
He freezes, his entire body going rigid as he looks down at me.
The confusion on his expression tips me over the edge. As the first tear falls, soaking into my hairline, his eyes follow it, but I know only his right eye can actually see.
“It just makes me sad. I don’t think you’re that much older than I am, and the thought of you having to go through all that pain alone just—it just breaks my heart.”
