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“Hospital gown?” he asked

I shook ain I’ll just leave the towel on”

He see ed the back of his shirt collar, pulling the garment up and over his head

The breath stalled in ood look at the man shirtless

His tattoos didn’t go onto his chest Not at all

They stopped at the line where his shoulder met his arm and didn’t cross even a scant inch in either direction Then I let my eyes wander to the smooth, ink-free skin of his chest

I studied his nipples His pectoral muscles His abdominals

And finally, the V that led down to his…

“Ar about the scar it’ll leave”

Scar? What scar?

Then otten for uilt

“I’ll be fine,” he pro scars”

Once again, I lifted my hands and he worked the shirt into place

This shirt was much better, but I wasn’t sure if it was because it was looser, or because it smelled like him

Likely both, but I was leaning toward it s like him that I wanted to keep it on forever and ever

“Sweatpants next, then we’ll take a rest,” Pace said

He had a light sheen of sweat on his face, and I knew that he was hurting

I shook my head “No, just the shirt is fine for now”

He looked skeptical, but let et rid of the towel

His eyes went to h

“You didn’t look that small,” he admitted

I snorted

“I’m five-foot-five,” I said “You’re over six foot and muscular I’m not surprised”

He didn’t disagree with that

Instead, he helped et back in bed, covered me back up with the covers, and then took his place next to me in the uncomfortable chair

It was only when he was reclining it back that I realized he’d probably overdone it

“Are you okay?” I asked, feeling e