A lot of time has passed by when he slowly lifted his hand. And his mystifying eyes started brimming with a certain inexplicable emotion as he touched the little wound on his collarbone. "It's surely going to leave a hickey mark." He mumbled to himself.
Smiling at the thought of having his first mark given by her. These words sound so nice to the ears. She marked me. A smile escaping his lips at this thought.
The girl mumbled something and then rubbed her head on his chest again while sleeping. Why is she so tired and her face is so white? Did he give her so much work?
Had Something happened in her family or is it because of the dance? He mumbled to himself. Thinking that she might not have slept enough last night. He didn't move for a long while to make sure he won't wake her up.
