#Chapter 41 – Too Far

I cannot help biting my lip – just the edge of it! – as Christian lifts up his shirt and reveals his very…very defined stomach muscles. But my intrigue on that point is immediately dashed when I see the huge scar that stretches across his left side, moving from his ribs almost to his navel. “Christian!” I gasp, again horrified, leaning forward and pressing my hand to the scar almost as if I could heal it, make it disappear. “What – what happened!?” “Am I still a pretty boy?” he asks, sarcastic, not sharing any of my horror. I flick my eyes up at him, glaring at his glib response, which just makes him laugh. “Seriously,” I murmur, shaking my head and tracing my fingers along the line of the scar. I don’t miss the way it makes him shiver. “What happened to you?” “Job went wrong,” he murmurs in reply, still holding his shirt up, not protesting the feel of my fingers against his skin. “I got caught in a bad spot and took a knife to the gut. It was fucking horrible.” I grimace, lookin