Bab 66: HARLEY: A Hickey

My eyes raked down the hickeys and bites left by Sylus, and I couldn't help but wince. If I didn't cover this, someone might just think I got mauled by an animal. I didn't have a problem with it though. They were pretty. He'd gone crazy with me like he couldn't get enough, and something about that made a warm pool in my stomach. It would have hurt my ego if I turned out to be the only one who wanted it this much, wanted his touch, craved it. 

He felt the same if these marks weren't any indication.  

The tips of my ear flushed a little, and I grabbed the turtleneck, slipping into it, then a pair of high-waisted wide-leg gray trousers that reached all the way to cover my heels a bit. I brushed and tied my hair into a bun before grabbing my bag and heading out to leave the house. 

"Harley…" A tiny voice called, and I turned immediately to see Hana heading down the stairs with one of the maids in the house. She was yawning, rubbing her eyes with her small hands.