I stood dumbfounded, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Hickeys adorned my skin like a scandalous map, and even the shirt I wore protested my attempt to appear decent.
"Nix, how about I wait here while you get me a new pair of clothes? I seriously can't go out like this," I said, turning to find him watching me intently.
"Why?" he threw the question so casually staring at ne
Did he really just question why I couldn't go out like this when the facts were glaringly obvious?
"Take a look at my body..."
"You look beautiful," he interjected with a playful smile.
"I have no panties on."
"You tore my underwear," I added, exasperated.
"We'll get another pair," he said with an innocent look that made me want to scoff. "Dont you ever take off your leg chain again," he added, his eyes lingering on my ankle.
