“One last thing,” he says, placing his hands on my shoulders and spinning me around. He reaches for a roll of tape on the table and Lavinia’s eyebrows lift in question. I shrug, also confused, until I hear the sound of tape ripping off the roll, and feel him lay the long strip across my shoulder blades. The firm press of a pen follows as he writes on the tape. “There,” he says smugly, dipping down to brush his lips against my cheek. “My woman. My baby. My name.” I swallow in understanding. He’d just marked me for everyone to see. “And for what it’s worth, you make that hideous shirt look
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