"Hiss—"
Kurt glanced down, catching sight of the two neat, delicate rows of bite marks. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Nice shape. Should I get this tattooed?"
"From now on, this is Ms. Ebony Fox's brand."
"...You're out of your mind!"
Ebony Fox couldn't even be bothered with him. She threw off the covers and slid out of bed.
The next second.
Her legs gave out, and she nearly crumpled to the floor.
"Are you okay?"
Kurt quickly caught her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Ebony Fox fell silent.
She was feeling unwell everywhere.
Meeting Ebony Fox's murderous glare, Kurt immediately understood.
He offered a very serious apology: "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."
Next time?
In his dreams.
"Get lost," Ebony Fox muttered, shoving him away. She threw on a trench coat and headed for the door.
"Breakfast is here? I'll get it!" Kurt chased after her. "You go back and sleep a little longer."
"Don't come out."
Ebony Fox shot him a warning look, her voice low.
If anyone saw him like this, waking up in her place...
How would she even explain it?!
Kurt pouted, retreating to the sofa looking entirely wronged.
What was the problem?
Was he really that shameful to be seen with?
Everyone out there already knew they were dating.
Unless—
She was still planning to kick him to the curb?
Unacceptable.
Kurt stood up, ready to have a serious talk with her.
His body and heart belonged to her now. He was her man in life, and he'd be her ghost in death.
Trying to shake him off?
Not a chance.
Just as Kurt pulled the bedroom door open to step out...
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