He loves me, She loves me not

Sam's POV*******

After she went home, I sat on my bed recollecting every single thing that had happened. I kissed her. So many times, I felt addicted.

I bought my hands to my lips, touching them to know if it was real or all a dream.

Then I traced my hand over to the point where my collarbone met my neck, where I felt something a little sore.

It stung when I touched it....

A bite... A love bite.

I don't understand!

When I kiss her, she kisses me back. She flirts just as hard as I flirt with her. She gave me a hickey for goodness sake. A flipping hickey!

Yet, when I look into her eyes, I still can't find anything. I don't know why I'm still looking into her eyes when all I can see is my reflection, but I feel like there's supposed to be a tingle. A light. Some warmth. In those eyes, but surprisingly and contrary to her normal bright and warm personality, it's empty, dark and cold.