FATED TO HER CURSED HYBRID STEPBROTHER
I clapped a hand over it, laughing nervously as heat flooded my face.
“Oh, that? It's not a bite mark, ha, no way. Just a hickey. John's been getting a little kinky lately, you know how it is.” I tugged my collar higher, praying the flush of my skin hid the punctures beneath.
Riley bought it instantly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she nudged me.
“Ohh, spicy! Tell me more. Does he go full vampire on you? That's hot. You two are goals.” She winked, turning back to the espresso machine without a second thought.
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