(Katrina)
I could feel my body start to stiffen. The initial reaction to pull away pushed forward as I tried my hardest to fight it.
"You can trust me." Grayson whispered once again, his fingertips grazing my lower stomach and making my flesh tingle as I let out a shuddering breath.
Trust him. I needed to trust him. But what if he changes his mind once he sees me?
Grayson began lifting the fabric of my shirt, letting the cold air blow across my skin as he slowly revealed it. Inch my inch.
I already knew what was there. The scarred flesh wasn't as bad as my thighs, but it still wasn't perfect.
"Just breath, Katrina." He cooed, lifting my shirt higher as I closed my eyes before tilting my head back.
This is what I wanted, right? To give myself to Grayson and let him see me. But now
