Raina It’s been four days, holed up in Malcolm’s room. Four doors of nonstop sleeping, sex, bathing, sex, eating, sex, and did I mention sex?Yet, in all these four days, Malcolm still hasn’t marked me.He’s still asleep from our last round. His shirt is on me, covering me in his scent; it’s the only reason I can wear anything because some primal part of my body says it’s okay because it belongs to him, which means I belong to him. I stand near the glass door that leads to the balcony.I stand out of sight so others won’t see me, but I long to have the sun on my skin. As much fun as it’s been to stay in this room and do all types of unspeakable things with Malcolm, I’m craving the fresh air.
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