I trace my fingers over my sensitive neck and collar bone skin and wince.
It's the next morning and my neck is littered with marks. That bloody treehouse I think glumly.
How am I supposed to hide this?!
They are sprinkled lightly over my neck.
I look at my mark and smile. It's gorgeous, I gotta admit.
Finn comes into the bathroom, just in sweatpants and his hair sticking up in all directions, clearly just have woken up.
I slept so well last night, for the first time is weeks.
He wraps his arms around me from the back and kisses me once on my mark.
"Good morning." He says, his voice deep and sleep coated.
Damn his morning voice.
"Morning."
"What's wrong?" He says, seeing the despairing look on my face.
"How in freaking hell am I supposed to cover this? I get that I can't really
