Sixteen
Nadazhda woke up groggily with a radiant smile plastered on her face. She was happy; she felt energetic as she inhaled his shirt. She couldn't remember what had happened the night before; she untangled herself from the duvet, not wanting to spoil her good mood.
She went to the mirror to look at her neck but found nothing, and she didn't know why she went to the mirror—it was just an urge to look at her neck.
Everything was hazy, she closed her eyes to remember what had happened, but everything was not clear. She could catch a glimpse of him licking her neck. Maybe that was why she got the urge to look at her neck!
Ewwww!
Holy mother of noodles!
After Nadazhda was through showering, she stood beside the mirror with a comb trying to tame her hair in a ponytail. How she wis
