WINONA

I tug my top down, smoothing the creases from it, feeling a little self-conscious of his gaze on me, but I like it…

Last night, I had acted awfully. Seeing that mark, I suddenly felt so angry. He was mine. That was all I could think of.

Is this how I’m going to react? I say I don’t want to offend Leo, but then I can’t even handle that mark on Marcel’s neck anymore.

“I really am sorry…” I say quietly.

“Don’t be. You were just feeling possessive of what’s yours.” He says, and my eyes widen.

He knew why I reacted like that!

“I… I don’t know what...