“Karma?”
“Yeah, Karma. I recall a certainsomeonebiting my fucking neck not too long ago…”
“So you did this as payback?”
“I didn’t do it onpurpose.”
During one of our trysts, her teeth sinking into my flesh as I came made me come even harder. But once the high wore off, my neck started to sting like a bitch. When I looked in the mirror, I had a whole-assbite mark, which led to Callie asking if I’d been fucking a vampire the next day.
After a few minutes, I pulled the spoon away, sucking in a breath between my teeth. “Okay, well…that didn’t go exactly how I thought it would.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
She went to stand, I assumed to look in the mirror, but I pulled her back down. “Don’t look…not yet.” I ignored the look of panic and annoyance on her face as I thought for a moment. “Oh, wait! I have an idea!”
I shot up from the bed, ran out to the kitchen, and returned a moment later. Her eyes dropped down to the utensil in my hand. “Awhisk?”
“I saw this…somewhere.”
“That is neither helpfulnorreassuring!”
“Relax, Princess. I got this.”
“Again, not reassuring.”
I sat next to her on the bed, looking at the whisk in my hand for a second before pressing the side of it against her neck and moving it up and down over the mark that looked a little darker than it was five minutes ago.
“Ouch!”
“It doesn’t hurt. It’s just a hickey.”
“Itdoeshurt!”
“Stop being such a baby.”
“I still don’t understand why you’rewhiskingmy neck!”
I snorted at how ridiculous it sounded but remained quiet while I worked. After a good few minutes, I drew the whisk away from her skin, blinking a few times. “Well…” I scratched the back of my head as I cleared my throat.
A distressed breath left her as she shot up and ran to the bathroom, and I winced in wait. “How did you manage to make it even worse?” she yelled.
“It’s notthatbad…” It was bad.
“It’spurple!”
“It’s more of amaroon.” I scoffed. “And you call yourself a color expert.”
“Wes, I swear?—”
“Yeah, so I’m gonna take off. I’ll see you at the bar.”
“Wes!”
But I was already gone, rushing out of her apartment with a laugh. I got to my car and slid in, backing out of the space a few moments later and heading toward town to meet Lucas, Callie, and Gabe.
In the two months since learning what our parents hid for nearly two decades, things had slowly gone back to normal.
As normal as they could, at least.
