Andy's POV
"What have we done?" I silently asked myself as I stared at myself in the mirror on my dressing table. I looked completely wrecked, my lipstick was completely off my lips, which looked really swollen right now. I tilted my head to the side and the hickey which Ash had sucked into my skin, a little bit away from my scent gland, felt like it was mocking me. The memory of how I had begged him desperately for him to put his lips on my throat, rushed into my mind, and made my cheeks flush red in embarrassment.
I knew I shouldn't really be embarrassed about that right now, because compared to the other things we had done, that was pretty mild.
But still.
Even though.
It was still pretty embarrassing.
