She reveled in having his weight press her into the mattress. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

“No,” he said quietly. “I just want to be inside you for a few minutes longer.”

“Feel free to stay there as long as you want.”

He smiled against her shoulder as he brushed a callused hand over her skin. “We’re going to look really strange trying to walk around like this.”

“That we would.”

Darling kissed her on the cheek before he pulled away.

Still, he wouldn’t let her turn on the lights. Instead, he took her hand into his, and there in the dark, he slid something cold onto her finger.

Zarya froze as she mentally flashed back to the last time they’d been together before his torture. Back to the night he’d proposed to her. “What is—”

He silenced her with a kiss. “I want to try again with you, Zarya. Will you marry me?”

Tears stung her eyes as her love for him overwhelmed her. But it was the uncertainty in his voice that really made her ache. How could he doubt her feelings for him after all they’d been through? “You know the answer to that. Of course I will.”

“Then you can turn on the light and see what you’re going to be tied to. If you change your mind, I won’t hold it against you. I’ll definitely understand.”

She blinked back her tears. “I don’t need the light to see you, Darling. Your heart shines brighter than any sun ever could.” She reached for his face.

He dodged her hands, then flipped the lamp on.

Since he had his back to her all she could see were the scars marring his skin. The assassin skull and snake tattoo on his shoulder… She ran her fingernails up his spine until she buried her hand in his soft red hair.

He kept his head bent so that his hair fell over his face. His entire body was tense as if he dreaded her reaction. How could he fear her being so petty?

A part of her wanted to tell him she was pregnant, but she hesitated. Assuming Nero was right, she wasn’t even far enough along for it to show up on a pregnancy test.

Not to mention, Darling had enough to cope with right now. She didn’t want to burden him with anything more.

Bracing herself for the worst, she brushed the hair back from his right cheek, then froze at what she found there.

He swallowed hard before he glanced up sheepishly.

For a full minute she couldn’t speak as she stared into his all but perfect features. It was incredible. There was only a faint telltale scar over the left side of his face from where he’d fought with Ryn. Barely noticeable now.

She cupped his face in her hands as she studied him. It was like meeting a stranger.

He had another faint scar at the top of the right arch of his lips where one of the worst injuries had been caused by the muzzle they’d forced on him. And a hairline scar just over his left brow. But there was no trace of Pip’s name or any of the other scars that had been so deep and painful.