He released her, and she shot out of his hold and tried to cover her exposed bum on the way out of bed. He lazily reached for his wand on the other side of the bed, and her watch vanished from the nightstand. She sent him a glare, but he returned it with a wink. He reached for his glasses and sat up in the bed. Her eyes lingered over his naked torso and saw dozens of scars marring his perfectly sculpted flesh. She wanted to trace her fingers over the raised pink flesh. There were so many of them that cut across him.