Chapter Sixty-Three
Freeing her hair from the tie, she brushed out the long, dark strands before twisting her hair into a bun. My mark on her throat was clear for all to see. It’s still healing but I know soon that bite will be pale scarred flesh, but my scent will always linger on her.
Andreena finished, looking at me in the mirror over her shoulder. She looked perfect and I couldn’t wait to take her out this evening.
Standing up, I pulled my shirt off, tossing it into the hamper before making my way to the closet.
“Spencer.” Andreena said, coming over to me. She rested her hand on my shoulder and a shiver worked its way up my spine at her touch. “Can I dress you?”
“You want to dress me, love?”
“It’s only fair. You’ve picked out my entire outfit. Shouldn’t I do the same for you?” Sh
