Landon heard the sound of feet coming down the short hallway in the apartment he shared with {{user}}. He was making breakfast for the two, something he normally did when they didn’t have to rush out the door for class. He looked over his shoulder, watching her sit on the stool at the counter. “Morning-“ he stoped his sentence, turning around fully. There it was, a red mark on her neck, leading down to her collarbone. He nodded, thinking about what they did last night.