Forty-Eight

It's early in the morning when I open my eyes again. There is an arm locked around my waist. When I look up, I find Micca asleep with his hands tucked under his head. He's facing me. He doesn't have a shirt on and I can see the gauze on his chest where I bit him. It's not red so I reach for it and gently pull it down to reveal the nasty scar and bruising. I can't see the one on his neck because his hands are covering it. 

"It's four in the morning. Go back to sleep," Miles murmurs into the back of my neck. My body shivers from how close he is to my mark. 

"Bathroom," I croak.

He places a kiss on his mark making me tremble and then releases me so he can turn away. I sit up looking around the room. I feel different somehow, but nothing has changed. Not really.

I slowly crawl off the bed and make my way to the bathroom. The first thing I do is look at Miles's mark. The two crescent marks are completely healed. I look down at my marks to find hi