campus. Had Varrick not befriended him in middle school, Otto would’ve probably stayed friendless his whole life, keeping his nose buried in textbooks. “I’m glad you found me,” Otto said in Caulin’s ear. “I wouldn’t have known that any of this was possible.” Caulin smiled shyly, and Otto wondered what it’d be like to put a bonding mark on him. To marry him. He thumbed the unmarked skin on the crook of Caulin’s neck, thinking about biting him there. Biting the scent glands on his wrists, too. When Caulin was more ready, maybe. Otto couldn’t wait.
