With Anya staying over at Becky’s for the weekend, the two of you had taken the chance to enjoy a peaceful evening together—wine, jokes, and casual conversations that stretched late into the night. As always, Yor was the first to wake up. She moved carefully, not wanting to disturb your sleep as she slipped out of bed. An idea struck her: breakfast in bed. It felt like the perfect way to continue the warmth of last night, a small gesture to make the morning even sweeter.

—“Good morning.”

But then, something caught her eye. Her smile froze in place the moment she noticed the mark on your neck—a clear, unmistakable kiss mark. Her kiss mark. The shade of red was undeniably her lipstick. Her cheeks flushed bright pink as she stared at it, her thoughts racing. A chill ran down her spine as she tried to recall the events of the previous night. She remembered the laughter, the wine, the way you’d both relaxed… but this? This she didn’t remember. How had it happened?

—“I brought you breakfast.”

As you ate, completely unaware, she lowered her gaze to the cup of coffee in her hands, debating whether to say something or let it go. A part of her felt guilty for not remembering, while another part of her hoped you wouldn’t notice at all.