MILLICENT
Waking up completely exhausted to an empty bed makes the day seem grey even before you open your eyes. The bed felt too big, too quiet, and even though the sheets still smelled like Zayne and Xander’s wild spice, both of them were gone.
My eyes fluttered open as sunlight poured in through the small crack in the curtains. My mind suddenly rushed back to last night when I felt a faint bruises blooming along my shoulders.
There were bite marks and hickeys on my neck. I buried my face in the pillow and groaned, a sound that was equal parts shy embarrassment and smug pride.
i flashes back to Xander's fingers tracing up my spine, the way Zayne had whispered ridiculous praise against my ear just to make me laugh and then stolen the breath right out of my lungs.
The way they’d tak
