Serena raised her hand to touch the side of her neck, speaking lightly, "Mosquito bite."
"Go on, keep making things up. It's nearly winter, where would you find mosquitoes that picky?"
Rachel Sinclair grew curious and pressed further, "When did you meet? How old is he?"
"High school mate." Serena answered succinctly, "Two years older than me."
"High school mate! Even better, two years older!"
Rachel praised enthusiastically, her gaze returning to the mark on Serena's neck, "That looks intense. He could've gone a bit easier, that's going to stay for days."
Serena turned the teasing back, "Sounds like you've got plenty of experience?"
Rachel looked stunningly seductive on the outside, but she was extremely innocent at heart. The moment the topic shifted to herself, her cheeks immediately flushed:
"I'm talking about you, don't drag me into it!"
