October 15th
The next morning, my mark had healed. After sleeping on opposite sides of the bed to each other and hardly speaking a word all evening, I decided my best chance of persuading him I can go to school today was to give him exactly what he wanted.
I rolled over to his side of the bed and leant over and kissed his cheek until he woke up.
"Morning," I whispered, running my hand through his hair.
"Morning," he replied in a rough, sleepy voice, "you're in a good mood."
I gently kissed along his jawbone before resting my head in the nook of his neck and absorbing the warmth from his bare body.
He turned his head to the side and engulfed my face in one hand before he pulled me into his soft lips and kissed me slowly and sensually. He didn't put his hands under my clothes or touch me in places I wasn't ready to be touched, and I appreciated that. Just an innocent kiss.