"You?"
His voice hit my ears but I was focused on something else.
He was standing there only in a pair of boxers, a towel hanging effortlessly around his neck and his expressions mirroring mine.
I tried to look away from his well sculpted body but what stopped me was an enormous amount of fading scars and bruises on his chest and abs which looked like the ones I saw on his face earlier.
Some cuts looked fresh and a little blood was dripping down the wound on his arm mixing up with the water droplets on his body.
My chest tightened at the sight in front of me, my heart twisting in an uncomfortable manner and I felt hot tears burning my eyes. Watching people in pain or suffering is my weakest point but watching him like that was tugging my heart at a whole new level.
Why? I didn't know.
"What are you doing here?" his voice was cold and distant while he tried to cover his body with the towel, pretending to wipe away water droplets.
