Delilah's POV
I can't sleep.
How can I when Carmine's body is so close to mine I can feel his heat? I can feel his breath against my skin with every exhale. The man is pure seduction wrapped in barbed wire, and I know if I get too close, he'll cut me and make me bleed.
I look at the clock on the nightstand and see it's only five in the morning. All I've done is toss and turn all night. I can't stand it anymore. How am I supposed to be in his bed and fight the temptation he causes?
Turning over, I watch him sleep. Even resting, he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. His brows are furrowed, causing a wrinkle in his forehead, and his lips frown. Perhaps some sins can never sleep.
I scoot closer, tracing the scars with my eyes. Everywhere I look, there's another. They are smooth, sharp, and vary in length. One travels from his collarbone, down his pec, and then his abdomen. I can't see the rest because of the blanket.
