KESTER.
I sat up all night, watching my obsession sleep. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the blood stains on the once white sheets, the way the sheets barely clung to her body, exposing the evidence of our forbidden night.
I wished I could capture the moment and imprint it into my memory so I'd never forget what she looked like the night I f****d her. The night I made her mine.
A twisted satisfaction curled inside me.
My phone rested loosely in my grip, the screen glowing faintly with the photos I had taken— Of course, I had taken a few pictures of her naked, sleeping form. They would serve as souvenirs after a night well spent. I didn't miss the hickeys I had left on her flawless skin.
I traced a fingertip over the darkened imprint of my teeth on her shoulder, thighs, and chest.
