ZAYLA

After a quick shower, I stood in front of the mirror, tying up my hair when I caught sight of dark red marks on my neck. Warmth pooled low in my belly as my fingers slowly and gently traced each mark. Every trace, had me reminiscing on how his mouth had felt against my skin. Each bite, each suck, each lick. Although they looked darker and fresh, it wasn't painful at all.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I finally tied my hair into a neat bun. My reflection stared back at me, different from the girl I'd seen when I first arrived here that night....