KARSON
I couldn't make sense of what just happened. She bolted out of my room like the floor was molten lava and there was nothing I could do about it, not when she looked me dead in the eye like a mouse trapped between two large mouse traps.
Was that fear in her eyes or anger? I must admit the bite was a mistake but not a ‘I didn't want to do it’ kind of mistake, it was just something we should've talked about.
I felt guilty for snatching the right to her consent but I did not regret marking her as my own.
Now what? I paced my room for a good five minutes before giving up on going back to bed because I just knew it would be futile.
I hopped in the shower and grabbed my grey sweatpants and a tank top to wear before leaving the sweet scenting room– I was saving it for later.
I took a
