I was hoping I hadn't heard him right. So I asked again just to be sure.
"What?"
He sighed stepping closer.
"I said I need to mark you." he repeated, looking out the window with no readable expression on his face.
He said it as casually as saying that we were out of milk.
Wait, hold up.
He's messing with me, right?
"You want to mark me? You're kidding right?" I said, letting out a slight humourless laugh, though my laugh died down when I realized he wasn't.
What did he plan on doing? Just walzing in here and sinking his fangs into my neck?
That's not how it works mister.
Well, as far as I'm concerned.
"No, I'm not." he said, redirecting his gaze to me.
You have got to be kidding me.
"Look, I don't know what exactly is going on in that head of yours
