“What the fuck?” I say, not for the first time today. He tilts his head and takes in the mark he made on my neck. It makes him smile. A slow, sexy smile that makes me feel like the floor is caving in under my feet. When he doesn’t answer, I wave wildly at my neck and demand an answer through extreme overuse of my eyebrows. “Had to do it,” he says with one of those careless one-shoulder shrugs. “Want everyone to know.”
