MARLIYA’S POV
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After taking a shower right before dinner, I stand frozen in front of my fogged-up mirror. I have hickeys all over my breasts and stomach. “f*****g hell,” I grit out, storming out of the steamy bathroom and grab my phone. I dial Logan's number and he immediately answers, “Why didn’t you tell me about the hickeys?” I snap and he chuckles, “I knew you would see them sooner or later.” His tone is teasing, but I am not for it.
What if I undressed in front of my mother?
Not that I would, but I could have. She could have seen them.
“You should have told me.” I grit out annoyed. “I’ll call you back in ten minutes, I just got home.” I hear his gears shift and I end the call. I shouldn’t be so stubborn, but I am. I throw my hair over my head as I haunch over and wrap a towel
