Christina’s POV
Warmth became the first thing I noticed as an unflinching steady warmth that started to put me back to sleep. The subtle thudding sensation at the part of my neck near my hairline caused me to take a sharp intake of breath.
All memories from the previous night's events erupted in my mind at the same time showing images of Marcel and his marking along with his speaking and gentle touching.
I opened my eyes to survey my surroundings but closed them right away when I discovered that I remained in his bedroom as I refused to confront reality. Why not take me to my bed to sleep during that night? Being here made it more real.
I still felt him. His absence from the bed did not diminish the weight of his presence which filled the entire space. The low voices made me peer from
