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Chapter 20-The Clean Slate

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Chapter 20-The Clean Slate

Sydney Carrington's POV

Feeling the warm sunshine on my face, I opened my eyes sleepily and looked about to see a somewhat familiar room.

Frowning, I shifted slightly to feel that I was trapped and I looked up to see Kingston's head above mine. My head was resting on his chest while his arms were around me and our legs were tangled up together.

A smile slipped onto my face and I studied Kingston's face as he slept. As he was sleeping, he seemed somewhat more relaxed and easy going.

His lips were pink and full and a little chapped, his beautiful grey-silver eyes were hidden beneath his eyelids, some locks of his dark hair fell onto his forehead and I resisted the urge to brush them away lest I wake him.

Stubble was on his jaw and I liked that he hadn't really shaved. It gave him that rugged, dangerous feel. And I sorta liked it. Sunlight hit some angles on his face and to me, he looked really handsome even when asleep.

I sighed inwardly and studied him closely, the events earlier this morning ran through my mind again. The violent nature he had was definitely due to his past.

It made sense and I couldn't help but feel sorrow for all that Kingston had gone through. What stuck in my mind was that his uncle-his flesh and blood-had tried to cut his arms off.

That was insane as hell. I couldn't believe someone would actually do that to anyone! I mean all the pain and sorrow I had gone through in my life was nothing compared to what Kingston must have felt in his younger life.

And because of last night's events, I had a clearer picture of the enigma that was Kingston. I understood the violent, cold untrusting personality now. If my own uncle could do that to me, I wouldn't even trust anyone.

I studied his face again and wondered how did Kingston survive through everything in his life. I knew I couldn't. And for that, I admired and respected Kingston for having such inner strength to move on with his life. God knows how hard his life was.

I leaned closer towards him and peered up at him. Even though Kingston was ruggedly gorgeous, a few scars marred his face. I could spot one on his eyebrow, another minor one on his cheek and his nose was a little crooked as if it had been broken too many times.

A lock of his dark hair fell onto his forehead and I couldn't resist reaching out to brush it away. At my touch, Kingston frowns before tugging me closer to him and I couldn't help but let out a smile at that.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me. I had kissed, no made out with him and even shared his bed. How was I going to act around Kingston now? Friendship was out, that line had been crossed long ago.

Whatever it was, I didn't know and I cursed myself for overthinking. It was another trait that I had and it was mostly a bad one.