In front of the mirror.
Mia Grant pulled down her collar, examining herself closely.
Her neck and chest were dotted with an alarming array of marks, evidence of what looked like a thoroughly satisfying battle.
But as the person involved, she had no memory of it at all.
"Ugh." Mia Grant pounded her head in frustration.
She dawdled in the bathroom before finally getting dressed.
When she came out, she moved awkwardly, wincing every few steps.
Hearing her footsteps, Kian Keller put down the file in his hands and looked up.
He noticed something was off and furrowed his brow slightly. He didn't recall doing anything too excessive to her last night.
'Why is she walking so awkwardly after a night's sleep?'
'Did she twist her ankle in the pool yesterday?'
Kian Keller thought about it. No, that couldn't be it.
Last night, when he'd kissed her, she had put up a bit of a token resistance before growing tired, falling asleep on top of him, and leaving him to clean up the mess.
