He licked his lips, then nodded. He wished he had taken the time to turn off the light because that would make this easier. He was still dealing with being able to look at himself bare chested in the mirror.

He took his shirt off and let it fall on top of the bed, then looked down at her. He knew his forearms were a mess, and that his chest and back were healed from the cuts Alistair had inflicted on him, but he could see them all. They weren't sexy, just reminders of bad times to him. He didn't need those reminders right now.