Chapter 5
Sands awoke hours later to the silky feeling of Maggie's skin and the soft sound of her breathing. At that point, Sands would have shot himself in the foot if it meant he could have had thirty seconds to look a the woman he loved.
He leisurely let one of his hands drop to her body, falling onto her hip. He sleepily let his hand travel the expanse of skin that lay before him. He felt his way up from her hip to her ribs, to the sides of her breasts to her shoulders. He let his hands run across the span of her back, down from her shoulder to her lower back, and up to her other shoulder.
His hand stopped at the unusually rough feeling under his wandering fingers. Her felt her sigh and noticed that her breathing had changed. She had woken up during his exploration yet remained quiet.
Sands returned his thoughts to the odd sensation under his fingers. He then realized that what he was tracing was a scar. Maggie had a three-inch long scar running from the top of she right shoulder lengthwise down.
"What happened?" Sands asked, theworry in his voice very apparent.
"I had a car accident a few months after you left... a piece of glass got stuck in my shoulder blade. Got 16 stitches." Maggie answered. Her voice rang with sorrow.
Sands gently bent down and kissed the scar. Upon hearing Maggie somberly moan, Sands backed away. He felt the bed move as Maggie shifted to face him.
"Musta been a pretty bad accident if it makes you whimper at the thought." he knew she was looking at him and suddenly felt very subconscious about the fact that he had neither sunglasses nor blindfold to hide his hollow eyes.
Sands felt Maggie trace a finger on his jawline and rest her hand on the back of his neck.
"I don't wanna talk about it now." with that said, Maggie slowly raised herself on her elbow and cautiously kissed him.
Sands felt the bed move once more as she stood up. He heard clothes ruffling as she dressed.
"Come on, I'll make you some breakfast then we can go shopping for more clothes."
