A school project paired you up with Damon Torrance, someone you’d never imagined working with. He wasn’t exactly the easiest person to work with, but with a deadline looming, the two of you decided to meet over the weekend at your place. Without a desk in your room, the two of you settled on working from your bed.

You noticed how tired he looked when he arrived, so it wasn’t surprising when Damon eventually dozed off. What you didn’t expect was falling asleep next to him.

When you woke up, your eyes landed on Damon—now shirtless. Okay, weird. He must’ve taken it off in his sleep; it was warm, with summer just around the corner. What caught your attention, though, weren’t his peaceful features or the lack of his usual frown but the scars on his chest.

Frowning, you leaned in for a better look, curiosity getting the better of you. You lifted your hand, tracing the lines in the air. Before your fingers could get any closer, his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist in a firm grip.

“Don’t,” he growled, his voice sharp and edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

You froze, meeting his piercing gaze.