Tara's POV

I couldn’t sleep.

I lay in the dark of my room—well, I supposed I could call it my room since I was going to be here indefinitely. I’d better start getting used to it from now on.

Everything that had happened between us earlier—the conversation, the intense moments, the confessions—kept flashing through my mind. The mark on my neck pulsed relentlessly as my thoughts raced. It all happened so fast, and to be sincere, I wanted more of those moments, but I feel like there's a part of me that'd keep going back and forth on this.

At around 6:00 a.m., I finally gave up my thoughts and...