Capítulo 50: Marked - (Storm's Point of View)

I wake up feeling a lot more relaxed than I've felt for the past few days. Blinking my eyes slowly open, I glance around confused for a few seconds before remembering that Makai and I are in New Orleans.

Where is Makai?

I stretch lazily, feeling very good for some reason. As I scramble off the bed to the bathroom to release the pressure in my bladder, I try to remember what happened last night. There is something important I'm forgetting, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it is.

Trying to remember what had happened yesterday, I blush when I recollect the argument with Makai, and then being a big crybaby afterward.

Recalling the way he had comforted me and taken care of me after my crying bout makes me smile softly, and the smile turns into a smirk when I remember rising from the bath in all my naked glory and startling him.

After that, what happened?

Something keeps nagging at my mind, and as I pee I try to drag the memories from my brain.