The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

Chapter 15 

I‘m speechless, I just keep staring, unable to process what these tingles mean. 

I know what it means, I‘ve been taught about what it means, I just never expected it to actually happen. 

‘What...what‘s that?‘ I ask stupidly, clearing my throat and gesturing to our hands. 

I want to hear it from him, I need to hear it from him. 

‘Fuck it,‘ he growls, he grabs the back of my head with his wounded arm, but clean hand, tangling his fingers in my hair. I barely have to react as he leans down and captures my lips in a sudden kiss. My hands instinctively reach up to support myself against his solid pecs, I splay my hands, enjoying the feel of his hard chest. My eyes are still open, I‘m motionless against his lips, completely blindsided by his actions. It takes me a moment, but I manage to gather some kind of thought process and soften in his arms. I let my eyes fall closed and I kiss him back. 

There is nothing else on my mind but him, I slide my hands up, around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. His hand loosens in my hair to run down my back to my bum, he gives it a rough squeeze and press es me tightly to his muscular build. 

I think I‘ve died and gone to Heaven. 

Myra‘s POV. 

Eventually, his grip eases up and we pull away from each other. I open my mouth and attempt to form words, but nothing comes out. He gazes at me, his ice–blue eyes look troubled, and then he sighs, running his hand through his inky black hair. 

sorry I didn‘t tell you,‘ he states, his voice is gravelly and apologetic.

ask, although I have a pretty good idea what he means, this is not something I want to be mistaken about. I‘ve embarrassed myself enough in my life and this could turn out to be very embarrass ing if I get it

mate,‘ he says the words so simply, he has no idea of the emotional response my body has to them. They are words I never thought I would hear in my life. I inhale sharply, wondering whether I should pinch myself to test if this is even real. I

reverie when he sways again, I pick up the keys from

the car, we need to get you to a Doctor,‘ I tell him, there is no room for argument in my voice and he wisely stays silent as I help him

long have you known?‘ I break the silence we have been sitting in for the last fifteen minutes, I force myself to keep my focus on the road instead of sneaking glances

met you, he admits, and I can hear the guilt lacing his tone.

you kept that to yourself because...’ | trail off, aware that my tone is sarcastic but not

he has kept

he replies ambiguously and I

to ask this

you hurt

hor rified. I was trying to protect you from myself,

that‘s so bad?‘ I ask him, curiosity is burning inside of me and spreading

rush into anything, he replies,

so what happens now?‘.l question, but his reaction is different this time, he looks at me and smiles. I have never seen him smile, not properly like this anyways. He looks so

I no longer have to keep avoiding you or being rude.‘