His hand slipped into her white sweater, scorching hot, burning.
Caressing her tender skin, his muscles tensed, even his breathing trembled...
The wind on the rooftop was strong, and he bent his back to block it all.
His rough palm touched the wound on her waist, and he suddenly froze, thinking of the hysterectomy she had undergone.
He lifted her sweater in one move; the scar had faded, shallow, with a rough texture when touched.
Wayne Bailey's heart ached with a tearing pain, thinking of their first child, strangled by her own hand!
Anna Jadwin closed her eyes slightly, realizing that he was touching the scar and instantly becoming panicked.
"Did it hurt?"
"..."
"I'm asking if it hurt when you had the surgery!" His anger grew, wishing he could swallow her whole.