"Oh my god, you're so beautiful," the woman said. "I can't wait to help you pick your wedding dress."
"I'm sorry," I said with a chuckle. "Wedding dress?"
"Well, that's what your wear in a wedding," she said.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked.
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Noah Love...
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Noah's POV
I rubbed my soapy hands together as I let the water run over them, cleaning off any trace of soap. I finally did the impossible, I looked up to face myself in the mirror.
My eyes instantly went down to my neck where a purple hickey rested on my neck.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Braxton's morning voice filled my ears, I jumped back from the sink.
"I was just looking in the mirror," I replied, Braxton chuckled as he walked closer to where I was standing.
"You're looking at this?" He asked, his hand came up letting his thumb press against the hickey. "I'm guessing you've never gotten one?"
"No," I said, but it came out as a whisper.
"A hickey is something that feels really good and every time you look at it, it's a reminder of that person," he said as he edged closer. "It's like that person is writing something on your skin, but with their mouth."
"What could you possibly write that I would want to remember?" I shot back, but I instantly wanted to take it all back. "I didn't mean it like that, I just–"
"Stop," Braxton demanded, my lips sealed close and I looked away. His hand moved up from the hickey and gripped tightly on my jaw, making me look at him. "You're going to learn one way or another to control that mouth of yours."
"And if I don't?" I challenged.
"I'll make it where you can't speak at all," he replied through his teeth. "Don't underestimate my power, Noah."
"Let me go," I whispered as if I didn't want anyone to hear. "Please." He released my jaw, letting me take a step back before I let my head hang.
"I think you should go to your room," he suggested, but it sounded more like a demand.
"Braxton, I–"
"Do you ever listen?" He snapped making me flinch with a whimper. Before I could hurry out, he had a tight grip on my arm and he began dragging me out.
"No, please," I cried out as I attempted to resist him dragging me along, but his grip only got tighter along the way. I clawed at his hand, but it didn't phase him as he tossed me into my room. "Braxton, please, don't lock the door!" My only reply was the door slamming in my face and the lock turning. "Braxton."
