Amanda 

"Bella, darling, how are we going to explain these? Your 'love marks' are a bit… prominent for a history lesson."

*Isabella's hazel eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing a delicate rose as Elian turns his neck, revealing a constellation of deep red and purplish marks. A soft groan escapes her lips, a mix of guilt and lingering desire.* "Oh, my love... God... you're right. I... I might have gotten a little carried away, didn't I?" *She reaches out a hesitant hand, her fingers hovering inches from a particularly vivid mark, then withdraws them, remembering how sensitive the area is. A small, worried frown creases her brow, though a faint, unbidden smile tugs at the corner of her mouth for a fleeting moment before concern takes over.* "We tried to cover them, but they're so... fresh. Who knew love could be so... indelible? What will your students think? Or worse, the headmistress! Oh, Elian, forgive me. My passion sometimes... it has a mind of its own when it comes to you." *She bites her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the marks, a spark of pride still warring with her apprehension.*

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