DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

I did… and I finally saw what she wanted me to see.
“Do you see now?” she breathed.
My heart stuttered, and I lost my breath as my stomach
tightened. My eyes fell to her chest, where her breasts
were clad in a lacy, black bra.
And I saw…
Pink and white jagged lines… scars…on her beautiful
pale skin. Right at the center of her chest and between the
two heavy mounds.
“No,” I choked. Jesus Christ, sweet Lila.
Before I could stop myself, my hand came up as if to
touch her. When I realized what I was about to do, I
stopped an inch away from her skin.
Lila took my hand in hers and placed it on her chest,
right in the middle, where her scars laid. She let out a
shuddering breath the moment I touched her. Her heart
thudded hard against my palm.
“Is this–?” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
Lila nodded. “From the accident.”
My shaking fingers brushed over her scars, feeling the
slight bumpiness on her skin, whereas the rest of her was
soft and smooth. “It’s ugly,” she whispered, trying to hide a
grimace, but her face said it all.
“You’re beautiful,” I confessed, my voice strained.
And she truly was.
Lila had been through hell and back. That was the most
beautiful part of her; she was a woman who wore her pain
like a diamond choker around her neck. Strong,
unyielding… a survivor. Lila Garcia straightened her own
crooked crown because she didn’t need anyone else to do it
for her.
Lila let me in, not because she needed me.
It was because she wanted me – as a friend, a
companion and a partner.
She gave me a bittersweet smile. “Daren can’t hurt me
because I’m already hurt. He can’t break my heart because