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“Nope, too dangerous, end of story.” Caleb answers as he closes the dishwasher, both being done without a second thought.
“I thought lockdown was over?” My brows slightly furrow. He walks over to me and lightly cups my cheek in one of his hands.
“Yeah, but that doesn't mean much for you really, but don't worry, we can go out once I get back.” He winks as he lightly pinches my cheek.
“You might as well get ready since you're up early. You can even change back into pajamas after, I don't think you’re going to find yourself going out during the day anyways.” Caleb sweetly says before he starts wiping off the kitchen counter following our breakfast.
Okay, yeah, sure.
He's gotta go out at some point today…
I head back to my bedroom and pick out a comfy outfit for the day, then change into my bathrobe. I stretch upwards, almost stopping in my tracks as I pass by my bedroom mirror. The tone in my skin comes off uneven.
“Oh my absolute fuck.” I quietly say to myself, raising a hand to my neck. I walk closer to the mirror, my eyes wide.
So that's what he meant.
My neck is littered with hickies of various severity, but even the lightest of them was a moderately deep purple. I lightly touch a finger to one, it lightly stinging. With a few, I could even see faint indents of teeth marks into my skin, just under the point of drawing blood.
Starting at my neck, they traveled down to the middle of my chest. I gently peel back the shoulder of my bathrobe, letting out a soft gasp.
My collarbone was even worse than my neck.
Prominent teeth marks practically cover my collarbone and shoulder. Even though there was none to show for it, there's no doubt in my mind that his bites drew blood. I peel back the other shoulder of my robe to reveal that both sides got the same treatment.
“Don’t you look pretty, Honey.” Caleb rises from his position of leaning in the doorway, where I hadn't even sensed him in the first place.
“You…When…Ugh.” Is all I can get out. My face slightly flushes at my loss for words. His eyes roam my body, mimicking an artist admiring their handiwork.
“When? I got back a little under two hours earlier than now.” He stands slightly behind me in the mirror. It’s easy to see how his gaze hangs over my reflection. He places his hands on my shoulders, leaning down closer to my height.
“I was sorta surprised you didn't wake up. The noises you made in your sleep were like music to my ears, I might've gone a bit overboard.” He purrs into my ear, his hot breath fanning right over it.
I’m usually not out cold like that. I never soundly sleep except when…
“Oh my god, the chamomile.” I quietly say to myself.
“And ‘a bit overboard’ is a severe understatement.” I turn to my side in the mirror, the bruises continuing to paint my skin.
He chuckles softly, his fingers tracing over my shoulder and collarbone. I suck in a breath as his hands ghost over a particularly sensitive spot that had a deeper bruise than the others.
“You actually suck.” I flick him on the cheek. His smile doesn't fade as he laughs, gently rubbing the spot.
“Well, obviously. Have you see your skin?” Caleb retorts. I immediately hit him on the arm, my face slightly flushed.
“You know what mean!” I half-shriek. I sigh, calmly waving my hands with a laugh.
“Otto, whats the weather?” I ask the little robot who was having its own charging nap in my corner.
Skyhaven spring is pretty bipolar, so it could end up cold…
“Right now, it is 70 degrees outside. The high for today is 85 and the low is 67.” As it replies, I curse under my breath. Caleb chuckles before heading into the hallway.
So that rules out not covering it because of course it does.
A minute later, I meet him in the bathroom and head to my side of the sink. We both do our usual morning routine at the double sink in almost perfect sync, except for the fact that his hair is surprisingly less cooperative than mine today.
I open up my makeup case and go for my liquid color corrector. One of my brows raise.
It’s supposed to be next to my concealer, which just so happens to be missing.
“Caleb, did you do something with my concealer?” I cross my arms. He shakes his head.
“You ran out yesterday and gave me the bottle so I could get you a new one when I went out today, remember?” He takes it out of his back pocket and I sigh.
I did do that…didn’t I…
“I told you I’d take you out later and I meant it.” Caleb tucks the bottle back into his pocket.
“I’ll be back around 6, honey.” He gives me a kiss on the forehead before leaving the bathroom.
There goes any plan of doing anything outside before that, I guess.
Well, regardless, I really should check on the ice packs and put some spoons in the freezer…