Chapter 28: Marks That Don’t Fade

TESSA

With every step I took, the muscles between my legs protested, reminding me of last night.

Hell. As if all the marks he left on my body weren’t enough. *No low-cut tops for a while, Tessa.*

Something told me he had done this on purpose. The bastard wanted me to remember.

“Tessa? I’m talking to you.” Mila grabbed my arm, making me stop.

We were leaving the lab to go to lunch.

“Sorry. What did