Ren sat in the bathtub. The warm water lapped gently at his skin. His gaze was fixed on his reflection shimmering on the water's surface that rippled with his movements.
His fingers tremblingly brushed over the blooming marks on his clavicles and down to his chest. Their vivid presence forced him to recall every little detail of the night.
His hand dipped lower, skimming over the water until his fingertips grazed the inky tatoo Kade had kissed before shifting to the inside of his thighs.
The marks there were deeper, more intimate, and the memory of how they got there sent a flush racing up his neck.
Even my ankles, he thought, his mind flashed with a memory of sharp teeth grazing soft flesh.
Ren released a soft, shaky breath. His back leaned against the edge of the tub.
Most of them must have faded by now. He had slept so long, after all.
