Zeke barely slept last night. The purplish marks that he saw on Hestia’s nape won’t leave his mind. Heck- he can’t even take his eyes away from those marks. He was staring at it intently, trying to look at it in different views, like he was still hoping that he was wrong, that those marks are not lovebites but insect bites. But no matter where she looks at them, no matter how long he looked at them, they were indeed lovebites. Zeke only lost sight of them when Hestia tossed in her sleep, facing the ceiling. That’s when Zeke was back into consciousness and just realized what time is it. It was already past 3:00 in the morning.
Zeke copied Hestia’s sleeping pose, facing also the ceiling, and tried to sleep but it was no use. Even though the marks are no longer in his field of view, the ima
