However, the thought of my mate continuing this facade she started bothers me. For how long does she plan on keeping this up? That's a question only she could answer. Except I can't seem to ask her myself.
Phoebe's shoulders slumped for a bit, as if she was trying her best for that movement to be unnoticeable but fails, "You don't like pancakes? Do you want me to cook anything else?" She asks, her voice a bit small.
Before Phoebe could jump out of bed and cook whatever she plans on cooking, I caught her hand. The touch caught her a bit off-guard, and I can tell it was due to the fact that the sparks between us was more intense than it was initially. Mainly because I already marked her.
The intensity would double once she finally marked me, and reading her thoughts wouldn't be as trouble
