"We shall be returning today, we have to prepare for the full moon," Gotti said as he button his shirt in the bedroom.
Anita sat on the bed, wearing one of his white t-shirt and a bumshot.
"Yeah..." She murmured, drumming her fingers on her knees.
Gotti paused, turning to face her, "Problem, little moon?" He asked gently, walking up to her and having her hand in his.
Anita shook her head, "Nothing." She lied.
Gotti chuckled and lowered himself beside her, "You know? I kinda sank my teeth into your skin which mean I kinda feel what you do... so, just put those uneasy feelings to words, little moon." He said, kissing her cheek.
Anita couldn't help smiling at his cheekiness. She sighed and faced him, "I haven't marked you... you haven't asked me to." She stated boldly, digging her fingers into her palms.
Gotti breathed out quietly, "That troubles you that much?" He asked.
Anita scoffed, "Shouldn't it? For all I know, anyone could sink their canines in there before I do–"
