I wash my hair, my face, and let the warm water rinse over me for a few more minutes before I turn it off and step out of the shower. That’s when I look in the mirror for the first time and feel my jaw nearly drop to the floor. Holy. Shit. I look like a leopard, spotted and marked all along my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my breasts. Deep purple bite marks. Hickeys scattered all over me. I approach the mirror, towel in hand, and examine the markings. “Oh my God,” I say as my fingers pass over them, one by one, examining every single way he claimed me. And I know he meant to claim me because
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