"Huh?" I asked, the question was so calm and sudden that for a few seconds it didn't register at all, but when I did I had the most basic response imaginable.
How was I supposed to explain to him what had happened without sounding like I was guilty of something?
"Answer me." Jason had the same calm expression, with his hand rested on the exact spot on my skin that Justin had bitten.
"I can explain."
"Yes, I'm waiting for that explanation," Jason replied, and my words lumped up in my throat, it just felt like actually telling him would cause some kind of problem, how do I even start, Justin used some weird mark on me to erase our presence, and he did touch me, whether it was intentional, by habit, or instinct, he did put his hands on me, but what happened if Jason knew this, we literal
