"No, it's... I don't know. It doesn't matter. I just love it." He closed the window and shook his head. "You don't have to like it, though."
His brows were furrowed but he held her close, the scars on his arms pale in the light from the lightning. "Sleep. It'll be okay."
She was quiet, thinking about what Lark had said to her awhile ago. She brushed the scars on his arm quietly. "Where did you get your scars?"
He tensed instantly, all the muscles in his body becoming tight. He pulled away from her after a moment and sat up. "You should get some sleep."
He gave her a small smile, although it didn't seem true. "Don't worry, siren. I'm just going to go for a run, okay? I'll be back."
He ran his fingers through his hair and opened his mouth to say something before he closed it and shook his head, heading for the door.
He glanced over his shoulder and studied her, his brows furrowed. His gaze flickered to the window for a moment and he shook his head. "God. What am I doing?" He returned to the side of the bed, not meeting her gaze as he bit his lip in thought.
