Twenty-Five
Your soulmate is the person who can tolerate you when you’re hungry.
—Eddy to Weaver
Eddy
I studied my naked body in the bathroom mirror, taking in every angle as I twisted this way and that.
It had, officially, been a month since I’d been attacked by that bear.
A month of healing hadn’t done very much, at least in my opinion, to my outward appearance.
The scarring on my body from the bear’s claws and bites looked just as hideous now as when they’d first happened.
My ribs were better.
My arm, apparently, was doing better.
However, the uneven skin and the way that I looked like I’d literally been mauled by a bear on my left side made me want to puke.
“Hey, Eddy! We have to leave in thirty minutes. Are you even awake?”
Bos…Berkley.
Berkley.
You have to call her Berkley.
“Yeah, Bossy! I’m up. Getting dressed now.”
“Hurry up and come eat! Dad made pancakes!”
I smiled as I stepped into my underwear.
I was just pulling them up over my hips when the door quietly opened behind me and a muscular form slipped inside.
“Hey,” he said as he came to a standstill with his back against the door. “You okay? You were up an hour ago. I thought you’d be dressed by now.”
I didn’t bother to cover up.
The man had seen everything I had.
Both the good and the bad.
I didn’t need to hide from him.
“I’ve tried tons of things on, and none of my sleeves hide the scars on my arms at all,” I grumbled. “I only have a few on my legs, but even with my longest leggings, you can still see the scars.”
He came up behind me and placed both of his hands on my hips.
I studied how his unblemished skin looked against my marred skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, his hands moving in so that he could move them up to cover my breasts.
My insides warmed, and I couldn’t stop myself from pressing back against him.
“That’s not very nice,” I pointed out.
