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Chapter 33 | Scar

Chapter 33 | Scar

Hands circled around my waist as he hugged me from behind. The warmth of his body reached mine through the white towel wrapped around me. His warm breath feathered my ear as he softly spoke, "Here."

His hands reached out, grabbing mine and he put a piece of paper in it. It was white and glossy. Realisation striked me.

It was a photo.

The back of a photo.

I hesitated turning the photo to see his face for a moment. My heartbeat speeded and his breath on my shoulders were not helping either. He realised my tension, and started rubbing soothing circles on my arms, holding my arms as a gesture of comfort, but I could feel the tremble in his hands too.

He was scared for my reaction.

I slowly flipped then photo around and I could feel his body stiffen behind me, the grip of his hand on my arms tightening a little.

In the picture, there was a man. A handsome man. His pink lips lighting up his whole face as he smiled at the camera. His hair was all over the places, running wildly through the wind. He was tan, with a beautiful perfectly sculputured lean muscular body. One of his arms was hanging loosely around a man's shoulder beside him. What made me smile was the dashing blue eyes that seemed to pierce through my soul even if it was only a photo.

Puddin'.

"Jack..." I muttered under my breath, running my hands across the man's face. "You look beautiful Mr. Napier."

His arms around me tightened and his lips grazed my shoulder, feathering light kisses along them and I grinned happily. This time, my eyes shifted towards the man beside my puddin'. The man looked the same age as him. He had stormy gray eyes and small thin rosy lips that curved into a lop-sided grin as he smiled lazily at the camera. I could tell he was a womanizer just by his smug grin.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"He was my best bud, back then." He said, resting his chin on my shoulder and stared at the man in the photo. "Rikkard Knoevenagal."

"Oh." I was genuinely surprised and I thought of his past life. How he would have been back then? I wanted to know more about his past life.

"Where is he now?" I asked, turning around to face him and he moved away, looking above at the ceiling and brushed his hands through his hair, letting out a sigh.

"Up there." He said growling, looking at the sky through the window ceiling in the bedroom and I immediately realised what he meant.

Rikkard Knoevenagal, his best bud is dead.

I wanted to ask him 'how' but chose to remain quiet as I stared at him and looked down at the photo in my hands again. Jack Napier stared back at me with a happy grin and a smile lit my face once again.

I wonder what would have happened If I had met puddin' when he was like this?

I would have still liked him, but, I guess I love him this way even more. His unpredictability, his way of seeing the world, his unique idea of choas was what I fell in love with and I don't think I would have fallen this hard for 'Jack Napier.'

"Babe..."

I looked up in a second, to see him giving me a weak smile and held his arms out for me. I immediately reached him and hugged him, his hands circling around my body, holding me tight as his chin gently rested on the top of my head.