Still, that troubled crease in his forehead marred his perfect face more than any scar ever would. I tried to even it out with a trail of gentle kisses up his cheek and a change in subject.

"I've seen you before, you know," I murmured against his bristly stubble.

He tilted his head so my lips could travel farther up, his eyes half-closed. The kind of power I had over him, the kind that seemed to melt him as much as he did me, was intoxicating. "Hmm?"

"I saw ...