Amanda’s pov.
Judging by the way they stormed out of here today, it’s likely that Asher won’t be back for a while, so I try to figure out a way to entertain myself.
I take a bath in his bathroom and rummage through his closet for clothes to steal, I settle on an oversized white sweater and black slacks, they smell like him and the fabric is so soft I have the urge to bury myself into it.
I plop down in front of the mirror with a comb in my hand, but I lose focus when I see the red marks on my neck and my shoulders. Memories from yesterday come flooding back, Asher’s insistent mouth, sucking and biting and creating the most incredible sensations come back to me and my face heats a little, I tug the shoulder of the sweater up but it doesn’t do much to hide it.
I touch the marking before
