Trust in Me(92)

            “So the easiest thing would be to let you borrow my shirt.”

            She took a shallow breath. “Okay.”

            “Then you’d be more comfortable.”

            I had the suspicion she wasn’t listening to a word that was coming out of my mouth. Not when her eyes were traveling south, causing my body to react.

            “Sure,” she murmured.

            “You haven’t been listening to a single thing I’ve said.”

            “Nuh-uh.”

            I grinned as I took ahold of her hips, lifting her onto the edge of the tub.

            “Don’t lift your arms yet, okay.” I told her. She held still as I pulled my shirt on over her. “Keep your arms down.” I let go of the shirt and reached around her, deftly unclasping her bra.

            “What are you doing?” Her voice pitched high.

            I laughed as I slid the straps down her arms, but it died off when she shivered. I think I was into punishing myself, because I wanted to drop her bra and pull her into my arms. “Like I said before, get your mind out of the gutter. Your virtue is safe with me.”

            “My virtue?”

            I looked at her through my lashes. “For now.”

            “For now?” she whispered.

            I nodded. “Put your arms through.”

            She obeyed, and I rolled up the sleeves. Sitting back, a surge of possession nearly knocked me off my feet. I liked her in my clothes. Really liked it. Sliding my hand down her arm, I stopped above the bracelet.

            “Don’t—” Panic filled her voice as I unhooked the tiny clasps.

            I tightened my grip, refusing to let her pull her arm away. “I’ve already seen it, Avery.”

            “Please, don’t.” Her gaze lowered. “It’s embarrassing and I can’t take back that you saw this. I wish I could, but I can’t.”

            My earlier suspicions were finally confirmed. I wrapped my hands around the bracelet and her wrist. “It’s because of this, isn’t it? Why you freaked out on me? Wouldn’t talk to me? Dropped the class?”

            When she didn’t speak, I closed my eyes briefly. “Oh, sweetheart. We’ve all done stuff we aren’t proud of. If you knew . . .” Now wasn’t the time for that. “The point is, I don’t know why you did this. I just hope that whatever the reason was, it’s something that you’ve come to terms with. I don’t think any less of you because of it. I never did.”

            “But you looked so . . .” She couldn’t finish.

            I took the bracelet off with my other hand and placed it on the sink. “I was just surprised and I was concerned. I didn’t know when you got this and I’m not going to ask. Not right now, okay? Just know that you don’t have to hide it around me. All right?”

            She nodded, but doubt and distrust poured into her brown eyes. Wanting to prove what I said was true, I bent my head as I turned her arm over and pressed my lips to the scar. A shudder rocked Avery.

            “I’d just turned sixteen.” Her voice was quiet and terribly young. “That’s when I did it. I don’t know if I really meant to do it or if I just wanted someone to . . .” She shook her head. “It’s something I regret every day.”

            “Sixteen?”

            “I would never do anything like that again. I swear. I’m not the same person I was then.”