Lila POV
Nico had placed another one of his T-shirts on the bed, which I pulled over my head.
He was standing by the window, back turned to me, still talking on the phone.
For a moment I allowed myself to see him as a man an attractive man who took care of his body.
His back was roped with defined muscles, broad shoulders insuring that he could intimidate almost anyone.
The jeans he wore were stained with patches of red, the blood only making him seem more dangerous…darker. But that darkness no longer scared me the way it did. In fact, I felt drawn to it.
My own darkness, which I tried to suppress and hide for so long was reaching for his, needing it like I needed air to breathe.
He moved, and the tattoo on his back seemed to move with every muscle. For the first time since this all started I was finally able to make sense of the man.
