The kiss may have been a bit more familiar affection than was likely appropriate given the circumstances, but Cathair was rather feeling far too good to think much about it.
But then, he hadn't ever had a long term relationship at all. Which meant he was oblivious to the change in intensity in the next room as he washed up and such.
But it was impossible to miss when he stepped out of the loo. The first thing that caught his attention was her posture. Then the scars, ugly and still healing.
His first thought was physical pain, not emotional pain. She'd said the day they'd met, which was only two days ago, that she wasn't a hundred percent.
Had he been too rough? "Eden?" he asked quietly as he moved to the bed. He forced his gaze away from the scars, not really wanting to think too hard about it because all it would do was make him want to smash something. Whipping a woman, any woman, for any reason was completely disgusting. "Are you all right?"