Riley woke to the feeling of Kent’s hand skimming along her side. She was lying on her side, facing him as he slowly dragged his hand up and down her body. She stretched and smiled at him.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Good morning,” he murmured, running his hand down her side again, leaving a trail of sparks in his wake. She reached out and traced her fingers up his chest to his collarbone, her touch lingering on his marking spot.
“What happened to your mark?” she asked. “The one from Lily.”
“It faded after she died,” he said. “Took about a month to fully disappear.”
“Did it hurt?”
“When it faded?”
She nodded.
“It was more emotional than physical. It was my connection to her. Losing it felt like losing her all over again.”
“What about being marked? Does that hurt?”
He looked a
