Willow
"I'M... I'M SO SORRY," I SAY. "I DIDN'T MEAN TO SAY THAT."
I cringe under his assessing look. One of his eyes is the warm color of honey, the other a frosty blue. In the pale morning light, I can see just how deep those scars across his face go. He repeats in that lethally soft tone, "Who. The fuck. Is Ben?"
"My ex," I mumble.
His eyes narrow. Then he closes them briefly as he takes a deep breath. "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just say another man's name after I made you come. For both our sakes." There's an odd glow to his eyes. Almost as if they're lit from within. "That's probably for the best."
