Edeline
I turned off the lights and tried to get some sleep, but it was close to impossible. My mind just wouldn’t shut off. Thoughts crashed through my head at a hundred miles per second—thoughts I absolutely did not want to be having.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him. Felt him.
The lingering press of his lips. The warmth of his hand against my skin. That stupid, infuriating look on his face when he’d said, “Now I have your mark.”
I pulled the duvet over my head with a groan, tossing and turning, but nothing was working. You’d think I’d be fast asleep after the kind of night I had, but apparently my sleep-deprived brain had other plans.
At some point around 4:00 a.m., exhaustion finally dragged me under.
The next time I opened my eyes, groggy and disoriented, the alarm clock r
