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I stood in front of the long dressing mirror, my fingers dancing over the healing wounds on my skin. Dave. Bold and permanent. His name marked me, claimed me, and the strangest part? I loved it. Not trying to sound like some insane sister, but something about it just felt right and matched my skin.
I arched my back slightly, admiring how the letters curved, the way they stood out against my milky skin. A small smile tugged at my lips. Mine. The thought alone sent a pleasure through me.
I was still lost in my thoughts when a knock banged on the door. My entire body tensed. Dave never knocked.
My mind jumped to the worst possibility, Mike, since I've been ignoring his calls and believing he'd be nice enough not to inform his father and his strict so-called father wouldn't have bashed dad.
I exhaled sharply, quickly dropping my top and slipping into a pair of shorts before making my way to the door. My pulse hammered in my ears as I swung the door open.
And then, my heart nearly s
