I was sitting on the bed edge when Marvel stood in front of me, holding me by the hand. The musky scent swarming around his body was the exact smell as mine after we showered just now. A white bathrobe loosely hanging on his shoulders exposed his broad chest. His hair was still wet, a bit messy, and roughly brushed backward. And I appeared just as similar.
If colorful tattoos were coating his skin all over his body, mine were red blotches of his bites and kisses, enough to make me blush when I first noticed them in the bathroom mirror earlier. I knew I would get in enough trouble to hide those marks, but I didn't mind at all.
Exhausted and sleepy, we were just ready to get some rest after washing, but for some reason, Marvel seemed like he had a thing or two to say to me, so I waited for it. This will be my first time sleeping on his bed again after six months, I thought to myself.
