Like the previous day, I felt amazing. Free from pain. Delightfully sated in a way I couldn’t explain. But this time, I could remember everything.

I scrambled out of bed, my nightshirt torn down the middle.

Holy shit.

I threw my messy hair to the side, seeing an angry red lovebite adorning my skin. My skin tingled as my fingers brushed the mark. Heat pooled between my legs. He marked me.

It happened. Last night really happened.

Every ...