Constance
I'm not sure what happened to Scar today while he was working, but I knew whatever it was bothered him badly. The s*x was great, but it was rougher than it usually was, not that I was complaining. We spent the rest of the night tangled between the sheets, not caring about the time passing by us.
I awoke sometime in the middle of the night to find Scar staring at the painting I had left on the easel. Without making a move, I stared at him, not wanting him to know I was awake. I've always been fine sleeping with myself, but ever since I met Scar, I can't seem to sleep without him. It was the strangest feeling, but nice at the same time.
He must have stood there for over thirty minutes before he said anything. "I know you are awake. I can feel you staring at me even when I can't
