I freeze. Time feels like it has stood still. I am unsure where to look. But Ezra knows exactly where he is looking, and that is at me. His eyes feeling like they are focusing in heavily on me... and I do not know what to do to stop it...
I had not thought anything of it. My clothes usually keep my collar bone covered. The place where my mate mark would sit… all because it has never been placed. And the few occasions Ezra has seen me wearing smaller tops, such as tank tops, my hair had been down, covering my shoulders and over onto my chest… all disguising the inevitable truth... the lack of mark.
I thought nothing of taking my hoodie off a moment ago. Believeing I would be too warm sitting in it. Thinking I would be fine in my tank top. Failing to remember my hair was twisted up. How
