It was the next morning after Carson had marked me. I tried to move around, but something was keeping me in place. I opened my eyes to see I was resting on a solid chest. Carson was still asleep, and I stared at his profile for a while. He was handsome with his square jawline. I felt the urge to touch his face and fought the urge to. Then again, I don't know how to feel about yesterday. Come to think of it.
"I can feel you staring at me," Carson said, yawning.
"How long were awake?" I asked.
"I was awake. I just wanted to pretend a little longer. Are you still mad about yesterday?" Carson questioned me.
"Let's not talk about it," I said with gritted teeth.
"Okay, you are angry still," Carson replied, holding up his hands in surrender.
I grabbed my clothes and got ready for the day. I
