All the dirt and filth was gone and I could already feel the wound healing. I could see James’s eyes wander to my other side to the spot where he had marked me a few days ago. It was now all healed up and the mark had turned into this beautiful white tattoo marking that would forever link me to him. He packed up the box and put it back where he had found it.
“You need to rest. Come on.” He would have carried me if I hadn’t insisted that I was fine about ten times.
“I’m okay babe. They didn’t even touch my legs so I’m fine walking up the stairs by myself.”
“I just figured we could practice for our ceremony and wedding night.” And before I could answer him he had scooped me up and carried me towards our bedroom with me giggling like a schoolgirl.
“Like you need the practice.” I said poin
