CHAPTER FORTY SIX

“um,” i breathed, removing my hand when i noticed my nails had left a mark on his shoulder.. “I’m so sorry.”

He leaned in and kissed me, hard and possessive. “About what?”

“Y-your shoulder,” i said, bewildered. “I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not hurting me, Mani,” he said, and kissed me hungrily again,...