Page 70 of Parting Shot

I rolled my head on the seat, and my eyes slid over him. “Just trying to figure out what you see in me.”

“What?”

“No, not like poor me, I’m so repulsive, what the fuck were you thinkin’?” I snickered. “But more like I am so not your type. You like cute little twink boys.”

He reached for my hand, and I let him take it.

“You don’t hafta tell me.”

He lifted my hand and put it on his thigh. “It’s you. I saw you, and I can’t see anyone else anymore.”

“That’s kind of romantic.”

“I would think so, yes.”

“Maybe it’s ’cause of Jory,” I offered. “He introduced us after all.”

“He’s not magic, I assure you.”

“He seems nice.”

“Yes, he is. But it’s funny. Now that I’m not looking at him through rose-colored glasses anymore, I have to tell you that he would try the patience of a saint. It’s a wonder that neither his brother nor Sam has thrown him off something high.”

“He didn’t strike me as particularly annoying.”

Aaron’s glare was funny.

“Okay, I take it back.”

He rolled my hand over and examined it.

“What are you doing?”

“You have a scar on your palm.”

“Junkie put a knife through it.”

His eyes flicked to my face.

“What?”

“You’re covered in scars.”

“I know.” I shrugged, glancing away. “Not hot.”

“Duncan.”

The streetlights outside had all my attention.

“Look at me.”

I followed his direction after a moment.

“I get the feeling you’ve been in bed with some men who did not find the scars sexy.”

“Not bed. Only two men have ever been in my bed, but yeah, guys fuck me because I’m scary-lookin’, all broken and marked up.”

“They’re idiots,” he said frankly. “I want to know the story of each and every one, and I promise you, they make my dick hard just looking at them.”