ROWAN
Tessa’s lips were still a little swollen.
The sight nearly undid me.
Her damp hair clung to the side of her neck, and I had to grip the bedframe in front of me to stop myself from stepping forward, brushing it aside, and sinking my teeth into the soft curve of her throat where my mark should’ve been all along.
Mine.
The word throbbed in my chest like a second heartbeat.
I wanted to claim her right then and there, to pull her into my arms and remind her that she was mine—not just because the Moon said so or because of some bond I once rejected, but because she was the only one I wanted now.
However, I knew I needed to take this slowly. I needed to do this right this time, earn every single step back to her.
Still, she was so beautiful it made my teeth ache.
Cute and pretty an
