I can never wear a top again, let alone a strapless one, because I have a gigantomanic hickey on my neck. What drove me to instigate this? Oh yes, the passion that clouded my brain for a moment. I angrily stomp into my room and throw myself on Jace, who is asleep again, "Jace McLoid! I have a bite scar on my neck the size of Africa, I can never wear a top again!"

Blinking and slightly startled, Jace turns under me so that I'm now sitting on his stomach and a cheeky grin adorns his lips. "Don't worry baby, only wolves see that and they should see it. The...