Chapter 88

And that is a truly beautiful thing. --------------------------- To the amazing person who made the banner, make sure to inbox me! It seems your PM has been deleted and I need your Wattpad name to dedicate it to you. Thank you. :) NOT EDITED, BTW! I examine myself in the reflection of Rosalyn's iPod. Liam blows hot air onto my neck as he secures an arm around my torso, his nose nuzzling my ear as he whispers sleepy phrases. It's mostly incoherent, but from what I do understand, it's sweet. He's been doing this since we've waken up. And I got curious onto what the hell he had been looking at so much till I got a hold of Rosalyn's iPod and stared into the shiny silver back of it only to find red marks decorated across my neck. Hickies, I think, that's what he's proud of? But then I see it, the indent of teeth where my neck meets my shoulder and I come to stare at it too. And I understand. He watches me for my r