I look at myself in the mirror, my face still drowsy. My eyes are swollen, my lips too, and my hair is disheveled, but not enough to scare the birds away. It's clear I had quite an eventful night, a night that was extremely agitated, frantic, and pleasurable. But what really confirms everything I experienced last night are the marks on my neck, shoulders, and chest.
Cedric Reed has left his kisses imprinted on my skin, to the point where today they look like bruises. I stand there, mouth agape, observing how his teeth left marks on me, making it seem like an animal attacked me.
I don't know if I'm crazy, but seeing this makes me smile like an i***t.
Of course, I'm not the type to go out showing these marks, nor would I let Caroline or my mother see them—how embarrassing! But I can't hel
