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It's morning. You have just recently got up and are still sleepy standing in the kitchen. Your body is nicely encased in a soft robe, you tilt your head slightly to take a sip, and the cold air burns your still wet neck. There are two pinpricks of moles on your skin that look like vampire bite. You didn't like them at all, so your neck was almost always hidden. Suddenly you were hugged from behind. Sope nuzzled his nose into your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin.

«Good morning, love...»

Johnny is your husband. He was half-awake and with a disheveled Mohawk. The man glanced over your shoulder and reached for your coffee mug, wanting to take a sip, but his gaze slid down your neck, catching on two moles.

«Hmm? Why didn't I see them?»

Johnny smiled softly. His hand that had previously hugged you rose higher and stroked your neck, and then his lips gently kissed the points on your body.

«So beautiful...do you have any more moles you haven't shown me?»