Masked Feelings

Chapter 53: Marking

The next morning,  I woke up with a big smile. Damian was still sleeping next to me. He looked so peaceful when he slept. No frown, no glares. Nothing. I took a deep breath and slowly moved so that I wouldn't wake him up. Once I was no more on the bed, I looked around for his shirt. Where did he throw it yesterday? A grin made its way on my face when I thought of yesterday. Everything was so intense.

When I moved my head slightly to the left, I saw the black shirt lying on the ground by the bed. I quickly took it and put it on. Then I made my way to the closet. I caught the first thing that i saw, which was a simply black dress. I took my underwear and ran to the bathroom. When I got under the shower, I took off the shirt and threw it on the floor again. I opened the tap, letting water fall in my skin. I still could feel his hands on me. I bit my lips as I thought of yesterday. Oh Come on, Athena. Be quick. I quickly took a bath and got out. I pulled the towel that was hanging on the wall and dried myself up. When I was done, I wrapped the towel in my hair and walked towards the mirror. I groaned when I saw the little marks on my neck. Why was Damian so adamant about marking me over and over again.

However, it felt good to feel like I was his. It felt good to bear his marks. I wished I was really his. I put on my clothes and stood in front of the mirror. I approached to the mirror so that I could have a closer look to the marks. I dried my hair with the towel and put the towel back on the hanger. I took the concealer and my make up foundation so that I could hide the marks.

After a few minutes, I pulled away to see whether I did a good job or not. Soon, a proud grin formed on my face when I saw that my neck looked perfect. No marks. I combed my drenched hair then put the hairbrush back on the counter. I walked back in the room to find Damian still sleeping. I walked to the door and decided to prepare breakfast for everyone, given that my sister and Dean stayed last night. As I walked towards the kitchen, I could hear someone already in there. I walked in the kitchen to find my sister already preparing breakfast.

"Good morning!" She said cheerily. I smiled and walked by her side, looking for something to help her with.

"Good morning" I said as I took a bowl and started whisking the eggs to do the pancakes.

"Slept well last night?" Alena asked me. By the tone that she used, I knew that she was suggesting something.

"Pretty well, yeah" I said, trying to ignore the suggestive tone that she was using.

"I'd say that you didn't sleep at all" my sister said teasingly. I tried to act as if I was lost.

"What?" I asked, faking confusion. Alena turned to look at me, with a huge smirk on her face. I knew that things were going down. 

"Damian" She moaned. My eyes widened when I realized that she was imitating me. I groaned and let the bowl on the counter to hide my face. Why the fuck was I even blushing? "Why didn't you tell me that you and Damian were a thing?"  Alena asked, sounding quite offended.

"Because we're not a thing, Alena" I breathed, trying not to make eye contact with her. "We simply fuck each other once in a while" I added, then turned when I heard my sister laugh next to me.

"And since when do you do that?" She asked. "After the wedding or during?" she tried to guess.

"Before the wedding. I was quite surprised when I found out that you were getting married to his brother" I added. "Really surprised" I mumbled and pushed the bowl slightly to Alena once I was done.