Inside the bathroom that smelled so much of Sebastian and made her body hum to life and her pulse throb, Viola saw her reflection and almost gasped at the hickeys covering her body, especially on her neck and breasts, it went all the way down, her thighs carrying bite marks that turned her face red like an overriped tomatoes.
"Sebastian!" she muttered in shocked disbelief at the sheer extent of the hickeys scattered across her skin. "How did he expect me to hide all of this?" she grumbled to herself.
Unlike werewolves, she did not possess fast healing, and Zoe would be arriving today.
Viola pursed her lips at the thought, though despite herself, she still found her fingers drifting to the marks on her neck, lightly tracing them with a smile she could not quite suppress.
"Sometimes you act like a dog, Seb," she sighed.
