OLIVIA POV
The warmth of the water lingered on my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel snugly around me. Steam clouded the mirror above the sink, obscuring my reflection, but I could feel the lightness of my mood. Tonight was mine—my little rebellion. My little escape for the night to be with my number one rebel partner, Ben.
I padded across the room toward my dresser, opening a jar of lotion. The subtle scent of vanilla filled the air as I trailed my fingers over my arms, rubbing the cream in absentmindedly. My gaze landed on the small mirror propped on the corner of the dresser, catching a glimpse of the intricate tattoo curling along my collarbone.
The mark. My mark.
With a soft smile, I turned to face the mirror more fully, letting the towel slip just enough t
