Elin’s POV

Aaron picked up my calves and laid them across his lap, lifting my skirt to check the bruises on my knees. His brow tightened, then he pulled a tube of ointment from his pocket and began to rub it over the bruised skin.

It stung; I couldn't help a low whimper.

I saw Aaron press his full, sensual lips together. The expression on his face confused me — was he worried about me?

"Still mad at me?" he asked softly, his handsome eyes flicking up to mine.

"No one believes me," I ...