Cobi's p.o.v

"Hey," I greeted softly when I peeped into my bedroom. Beca sat on the bed hugging her knees.

"Hey," She whispered back softly.

I walked in and closed the door behind me.

"What's wrong?" I asked when I moved closer and sat next to her.

"Does my mark still hurt?" I asked softly when I touched the side of her neck gently.

"No, it doesn't." She answered as I moved my hand to her cheek.

She slowly leaned in and closed her eyes.

"It's ...