Baltimore Chronicles (16 page)

“He just got what was coming to him, that's all,” she whispered.

Tiphani looked over at Scar's sleeping form. She watched each breath he took. Tiphani felt all dreamy inside. She sometimes couldn't believe that she was really in love with Scar. The time on the boat had proved him to be more attentive and charming than she'd thought he could be. His tough guy exterior that he displayed on the street had been put aside while he was with her. Scar would do little things for her like rub her feet or make her little animals out of paper to cheer her up when she was missing her kids. He would hold her when she cried, stroking her hair gently and kissing the top of her head to comfort her. Tiphani felt that Scar was more than just some street thug that killed people—he was the man she was in love with. She often thought about what it would be like if she could have an open relationship with him, or how life would be if they could get married. Tiphani wanted to be with Scar all of the time for the rest of her life. She could only hope he felt the same way.

Finally done with daydreaming once again, Tiphani reached over and turned the TV off. She slid into the bed and eased her body behind Scar's. Tiphani threw her arm around him and hugged him. This was where she wanted to be forever.