ELIANA.
My feet grudgingly struck the ground as I sat up. A yawn parted my lips and I consecutively ran my hands through my messy hair. Once my fingers hit the silky, uneven sheets of the bed, last night's heated memories came flooding back to me.
"No no. s**t" I clamped over my lips as blood rushed into my face. The hairs stood on my arms as I paced around the room. I couldn't believe it happened. I couldn't believe last night happened at all.
As my palms fell, so did my lips. When I reached the mirror, I halted for a moment. Staring down at my reflection, my fingers traced the ends of my skin until they grazed against my bruised neck. Denver's bite had nearly healed although there was still a scar there.
I feared there would always be a scar for the rest of my life as a reminder of l
