Laura
I woke up disjointed. The room was bathed in the greyish light of pre-dawn and everything was perfectly still. Too still.
Sitting upright made my head spin. Without thinking about it, I gripped my throat as pain lanced through my bones. My hand clamped over where Oz had bitten down. It hurt like a son of a b***h, a stinging, burning pain. Sweat dripped from my forehead as I slouched over to the bathroom. I needed to splash water on my face and see what kind of damage he had done to me. He hadn’t wanted me to touch it earlier. He had been adamant about it.
Just how badly had he marked me up? I was always down for a little biting, especially with him, but if he had taken a chunk out of me, I wouldn’t be able to hide it at work and people would start to ask questions.
I did a double
