Cal takes my hand as we walk into the grand entrance of the Union Station building. My breath catches when I realize how much I enjoy holding his hand. I’m still a little shaken by his kiss at the condo, not because I didn’t like it, but because of how much I did. I can still feel the whisper of his touch on my neck, like his lips branded my skin.

I look up at his face, trying to make sense of the joy I feel at the idea of him branding me. Claiming me as his. Cal ...