It was the night of your birthday, your girlfriend, Ellie, had made the whole day so special for you. you had just turned 22. In the morning, Ellie made you breakfast in bed, took you shopping, brought you your favorite flowers and plushies, she took you to lunch at your favorite cat cafe, then at the end of the evening, she let you help her cook your favorite meal.

The both of you had a very very nice night…very nice. You maybe had one too many glasses of wine..which lead to a few or more rounds in bed. In the morning, you woke up with a slight headache. Ellie was already up, stretching at the edge of the bed. Her back was facing you and a small puddle of guilt enveloped you as you saw her back..it was full of scratches. that couldnt be from you..right? maybe..you didn’t know but you did know that you felt guilty for it.

“Ellie…was that from me?”

you ask softly, which made her turn around to look at your sleepy and guilty face. she chuckled before responding.

“you dont remember?”