Avery POV
"Aidan..." I began slowly, my voice barely above a whisper as I settled myself on his lap, fingers lightly brushing the back of his neck. "Why didn't you mark me last night?"
I hadn’t meant for it to come out so direct, but there it was—sitting in the air between us like a stubborn cloud.
He stiffened slightly, his eyes flicking up to mine with a flash of surprise, like I’d just asked him to recite a Shakespeare monologue mid-strip tease. "You—what?"
“You heard me,” I said, lifting one brow even though my cheeks were already heating. “You didn’t mark me. Why?”
For a second, he looked… caught. But then his expression changed like something clicked in his head and suddenly he was calm again, with a slow, maddening smile creeping onto his face.
“I was saving it,” he said, voic
