Helanie:
"What is that?"
I didn’t know why I was so shocked and freaked out for him that I didn’t even wait for him to put on a new shirt. Also, once it was hidden, he would never tell what it was.
As he turned around, surprised, I saw another strange thing in the middle of his chest.
"And what is that?" I pointed at the handprint on his chest.
"Helanie, would you like it if I saw you without a shirt on?" That was his way of trying to teach not to stare, but it ca off very weird.
"I want to know what these are. And in return—you can watch completely naked," I snapped at him because of his reaction.
He would go shirtless around others when he was shifting, but he acted all moody around ?
He quickly put on a white shirt, then placed his hands on his waist and looked at with a complaining expression.
"Nice abs though," Cora comnted, and my eyes moved down to his stomach, even though he was now fully dressed.
"Later," I said to her, copying Norman’s pose and putting my hands on my waist too.
"What was that? Are you going to tell or not?" I demanded. He knew everything about and my life, so I should know about him too.
"That’s none of your business," he said in a bitter, bratty tone, trying to shut down.
"It wasn’t a bite mark—it was a tattoo, that’s what it was. Why would you get a handprint and a bite mark tattooed on your body?" I complained, realizing he was getting angrier by the second.
"You’re being very nosy, Helanie," he said, pointing his finger at . Before I could snap back, my eyes landed on my purple sweater—and then a mory hit .
As it did, I gasped and covered my mouth with both hands.
"What? What do you rember?" Even the way Norman asked made wonder if I had caught it right.
He suddenly looked so interested, even stepping towards to ask what I had realized.
"Don’t," I warned him from coming closer. Not because I was mad at him, but because I was so shocked.
"Tell ," he almost jumped up and down like a child when demanding the answer.
"That is—that is where I bit you that day when my sweater—oh, is that my bite mark?" It was a huge reach, but it had to be.
I rembered feeling so guilty for biting him for too long.
"No—that’s not your bite mark," he refused straight up, but the way he stepped back and looked so upset wasn’t helping.
But I did feel bad for him. He looked so upset when getting confronted. But why the heck would he have my bite mark tattoed on his arm?
"Whose handprint is that?" I asked him, not rembering if it ca from . But at least the bite mark—I was certain that’s where I bit him.
"Okay, I’ll be honest with you," after a few minutes of him walking back and forth, looking so agitated, he finally decided to give a clear answer. "After you bit , I went to see Jessica because I was angry with you. I told her to bite in the sa spot because I only want one woman to be biting —and then I tattooed her bite mark on my arm," he stated, and now I felt like a dumbass.
"Oh," my energy wasn’t the sa anymore. The fact that I had assud so much was so embarrassing for . I shouldn’t have assud that big. Of course, there’s no way he would tattoo my bite mark on his arm.
"And this handprint, it’s also Jessica’s," he answered, and now he looked confident, and I was avoiding eye contact with him.
"Oh," was all I could say.
"No, I could embarrass you just like you were trying to embarrass , but I won’t do that because I’m not you. I’m not Helanie, who wants to embarrass all the ti by asking such hard questions," he was using a much sterner tone, and I realized I had been playing him a little too hard.
"Who said I was trying to embarrass you? I was just curious," I muttered under my breath before letting out a sigh and facing him again.
"So you don’t sleep at all?" I asked again, changing the subject now that I was the one who had ended up being embarrassed.
"I don’t," he replied.
"Hmm. When my parents were divorcing, I had a really hard ti sleeping. So my mother would sing a this lullaby to , and sohow, I would always fall asleep so peacefully. I’m not sure if it will help you—" I stopped myself because of the way he was still staring at with his eyebrow raised.
I shouldn’t have assud he had my bite mark tattooed on his arm. Now he’ll think I’m interested in him and wanted it to be my bite mark so badly.
"It will help," however, he suddenly shocked with his response.
"Okay," I cleared my throat, giving little head nods.
"Umm, get in the bed," I pointed at the bed, and he walked over very steadily to lie down.
I got in the bed, and after gathering much courage, I tapped my hand in my lap. I shouldn’t have, but I just rembered my mother doing it that way.
"What?" He looked shocked but changed his tone to sound casual.
"My mother used to do that. She would always make rest my head in her lap and run her fingers through my hair—" I was trying to convince him that I wasn’t trying to do anything weird and thought it would take so ti before he even listened when he shocked more by suddenly lying down and placing his head in my lap.
Oh my!
My heart stopped. I didn’t think it would be such a huge deal for a man to only place his head in my lap, and my heart would go crazy.
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