He let her down in his room and locked the door behind them. Elodie held what was left of her shirt close to her chest. Her bag was still downstairs so she couldn't change.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he touched her shoulder and gently spun her around. Expecting every inch and seeing that the wound had indeed healed.
"Yes I'm fine." She responded.
His hands ran over her bare back and Elodie forgot how to breathe. It was so warm and soft, so intoxicating. His hand moved up to mark between her shoulder blades. He ran his finger over it. It felt like little pins were running over the mark, sending little shock waves through her body. It was somewhat painful but electrifying at the same time.
"Who did this to you?" he said deeply, in a menacing growl.
Elodie turned to face him, and took a
