I stood there, trying to debate what would be my best course of action. I gnawed on my lip nervously as I continued to stare at their feet. My soul begged to be interlocked with Greyson and Wyatt. Even if I told them that I wouldn’t ask to be marked, I couldn’t guarantee that I could uphold that once they were inside. My memories didn’t give me our s****l ones, and I wasn’t sure how strong the bond.
“Lily,” Greyson tilted my chin up.
I locked eyes with Greyson and could see that he was just as nervously waiting. I glanced over at Wyatt, and he wore the same look.
“Yes, I promise I will not ask you to mark me.”
Greyson was on me before I could even finish speaking. He had me flat on my back on the soft mattress. He was pawing at my dress, trying to extricate me out of it as h
