GELLER'S POV
I pressed myself against Emory’s back, nestling my head into the curve of her neck in a spooning embrace. Our breaths were still uneven, our bodies warm and languid after indulging in several more passionate encounters.
I brushed my fingers through Emory’s wild curls, tucking them gently behind her ear. As the strands cascaded onto the sheets, exposing the smooth curve of her shoulder, my eyes caught something unexpected—a faint red marking. I frowned, certain I hadn’t seen it before.
Then again, I’d never had the pleasure of seeing her bare shoulder like this before tonight. She rarely wore sleeveless clothes, and even when she did, her big hair always kept it hidden.
I was certain I hadn’t left any bite marks there. Frowning, I held her shoulder gently, tracing my thumb
