*Kenna*

I stared at Jack in confusion. Was it wishful thinking on my part, or was he implying that he wanted to mark me? If I didn’t know better I would swear he was fidgeting. His thumb was rubbing over his forefinger in a smooth, continual motion that seemed unconscious. He glanced down at the floor, then back at my face.

There was uncertainty in his eyes. Before I could speak again, he stepped forward and pulled me into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his ...