"Does that mean you're... happy I marked you?" I venture to ask, causing Oliver's smile to disappear right then and there. He moves to punch my arm, hard.
I'm getting used to these attacks by now and even find them adorable.
"Of course not! My dad is going to lose his mind even more, you ïdiot. How dare you even think of marking me as your mate before you marry me or even are my boyfriend?" he yells again, frustrated and shaking his head for a couple of seconds before calming down, "With that being said, I can't deny that's the first thing you've said that shows you want me, so I can't help but like it just a little bit."
"Of course I want you, Oliver, more than anything," I agree and he rolls his eyes but can't help but smile again. Fück, this is going so much better than I expected,
