Oz basically filled the wardrobe with clothes for me at his house. I understood this from the fact that he packed things I hadn't bought. He always treated me too much like a princess, which I didn't mind, as long as I could maintain my independence. At least he had brought my white converse, my feet were tormenting me this morning. My long blue dress was fluttering slightly in the wind as we walked out. The cleavage was accentuated by the necklace Oz had given me and, unfortunately, my long flowing hair couldn't cover the immense hickey he had left me. I put on my sunglasses and huffed when I saw Isa giggle.
" In my opinion, you can get her a tattoo with your name in plain sight. It would have the same effect " laughed Eric.
I glared at him and drank my cup of coffee. We were in the lob
