{'Bite marks are love notes written in flesh.'}
ARISA
Headache.
Bad hangover. It felt like somebody hit me with a hammer and my brain cells split apart from the regular throbbing inside my head. As I kept my eyes concealed underneath my eyelids, I shifted my weight over the soft bed, wrinkling my brows together from the constant pounding.
Surprisingly, someone's arm pulled me by my waist, and then I felt soft lips pressed to my neck. My eyelid broke apart freely and I flinched from the intense rays of light surging in through the window. My vision slightly clouded by double; gaining an intense pounding inside my brain due to the sensitivity.
"Hangover?" a well-known angelic voice asked behind me before I felt kisses came upon through my cheek. Turning around a little, my breath hitche
