Gavin DeGraw- I don't want to be
Sugarcult- Do it alone
Blossoms- Charlemagne
Walk the Moon- Quesadilla
Empire of the Sun- Walking on a dream
Two Door Cinema Club - Are we ready? (Wreck)
Arctic Monkeys - When the sun goes down
It took me all day for me to find the mark that he gave me, it was in the most indisposable position that only a near domino effect of mirrors were able to reveal it. It was 3 inches long and to everyone else it would simply seem like a fresh scar but I knew better than them. I knew that it was my mark, that warned all who dared to even look in my direction that I belonged to him. For every other girl thing belonging would feel all mushy and sweet as the man should typically possessive of his mate however, to me it creeped me out; not only the whole marking ritual which was fine by me except for the biting on his counterpart but the fact that my first will be my last as well. How did our ancestors feel on their marriage night knowing they having even broken their vow and yet know that there will be only one for them. How is that only enough?
And I stood there for what seemed like hours, which in reality was only 5 minutes pondering about soul mates and if I truly believed in that whilst still standing in my near-nakedness. My hair looked as though I had been dragged through a bush backwards, luckily I didn't bother putting on make-up yesterday otherwise I would have looked like a cross between Alice Cooper and Cruella DeVille and though there were no visible bruises the passion from our last encounter had at the least bruised by muscles to extent that even Bridget Jones after cycling from her apartment down to Dorset would be crying.
But, my tears weren't from pain they were strangely from happiness though for the life of me I didn't understand why. Obviously why body needs to tell my emotions what exactly I'm feeling before displaying it.
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