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had my vision blurred. It wasn’t my intention to have him rehash all those distressing memories, yet here we were, and it was me making him hurt.
    “This fucking one,” the thunderous sound when he slapped his hand against the withered, leather-like flesh on his pectoral, ricocheted around the bathroom like a gunshot. “This hideous, grotesque fucking mutilation was me losing fucking control the day I had to put my ma in the fucking ground––” I had never seen Walker’s eyes darken as much as they did at that point in time. It expelled the breath from my lungs and all I could do was gasp, while his face turned stern and the moisture settling in his eyes betrayed his internal pain. “You want to know how I did it, Kady?” he grated, closing the distance between us with menacing steps. “Do you want me to tell you how much I fucking screamed when I poured that pot of scalding water down my chest at seventeen, because I just wanted to strip that pain and grief from my motherfucking bones?” his voice broke and by the end of his admission, his voice was practically earsplitting with his outburst, at the same time, a glistening trail of an escaped tear fell from his cheek.
    Water beads ran into my eyes as my head tumbled forward. What do you say to someone after they give up that chunk of anguish to you? Doing so under your own intent is welcomed, but I just backed him into a corner to extract this information from him. I forced him to let me in. Guilt thwarted my system.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked his beaten tone virtually restful.
    The Walker I had come to know and feel for was tough yet caring; he would put anyone before himself. I’d never once seen this side of him, this level of profuse pain and torment was so new. It was torturing observing him so agonized. “More like, ‘what am I feeling’?”
    He frowned at my unexpected words.
    “I’ve never felt closer to you.” Naked from the waist up, Walker took another step towards the bath side. My hands stirred as I placed them onto his defined shoulders, briefly kneading at the burdened muscles hidden beneath golden skin. I gazed down into his conflicted eyes which displayed an ocean full of pain, and ocean full of hope, and licked my lips. “One day it’ll be my turn to save you.”
    “Fuck it,” he breathed, his hand moving toward his waistband. Before I knew it, his sweats were being kicked to the corner of the bathroom and he stepped into the tub with me. Within an instant, my body was pinned against the cold, wet tiled wall, his hands fisting into my sodden hair before his thumbs settled on my jaw. His tongue took what it wanted, exploring my mouth in fluid, sensual strokes, while his muscular body was clutched at by needy hands. His right hand left my hair and skated down the length of my body, seizing my left leg behind the knee and hooking it over his hip.
    Feeling his excitement for me growing in more ways than one, my hips began grinding against him. He was only a few precious millimeters from impaling me; I felt his crown slipping over my center, pushing against me once again, as though searching for consent.
    “You’re killing me, Kady,” he sighed against my lips.
    As I tipped my head back farther to seal our lips together anew, the words, “I’m sorry,” tumbled from my mouth.
    “You got nothing to be sorry for, darlin’.” The strength behind his grip lessened as he moved from behind my knee, to grasp my jaw, and restrained me with a look of sincerity that was so intense, I felt it bore into my soul. “I didn’t want to influence you with my flaws, Kady. I didn’t want to mar you with them. Trust me when I say that you’re my biggest one. Seeing what he was doing to you, the marks he left…it hurt more than all of these scars combined. Just because you aren’t on me like all of my past hurts, doesn’t mean you’re any less a part of me, darlin’.”
    The hand which was cupping my jaw, slipped away, trailing