Marissa
I recovered from the shock of the embrace and leaned into him, feeling his feverish warmth against my body. My concern grew, along with my desire to have my mate.
He seemed weaker than usual, yet there was no denying the fact that Justin could never not be good-looking.
The scent of the bond mixed with something chalky. Desire washed over me as I tightened my embrace, rubbing his back and feeling the contours of his frame beneath his shirt. His breath was warm on my neck, igniting a fire in my loins as my arousal grew.
"Are you going to be okay?" I whispered.
He pulled away slightly, his eyes flickering up at me briefly before fluttering shut again.
"Yeah... just a little tired, that's all," he murmured.
I wondered if his body reacted to my touch the way mine did.
"I need t
