I woke up in a good mood.
Not just good. Floating-on-a-cloud, music-in-the-shower, spin-around-in-a-towel kind of good. My lips still tingled from that kiss, my chest still buzzed with the heat of his breath and the low rumble of his voice. The whole morning felt like an afterglow I had no business enjoying this much.
I hadn't dreamed of anything after getting back, but I didn't feel like I needed it either.
I went through my routine slower than usual, taking time with my skincare, actually doing something with my hair, and picking an outfit that was more flattering than anything I had ever owned before: bright red and body hugging. I practically skipped down the hall.
The faint warmth pulsing beneath my skin made me pause as I smoothed on my blouse. The mark throbbed gently like a
