The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

Chapter 15 

I‘m speechless, I just keep staring, unable to process what these tingles mean. 

I know what it means, I‘ve been taught about what it means, I just never expected it to actually happen. 

‘What...what‘s that?‘ I ask stupidly, clearing my throat and gesturing to our hands. 

I want to hear it from him, I need to hear it from him. 

‘Fuck it,‘ he growls, he grabs the back of my head with his wounded arm, but clean hand, tangling his fingers in my hair. I barely have to react as he leans down and captures my lips in a sudden kiss. My hands instinctively reach up to support myself against his solid pecs, I splay my hands, enjoying the feel of his hard chest. My eyes are still open, I‘m motionless against his lips, completely blindsided by his actions. It takes me a moment, but I manage to gather some kind of thought process and soften in his arms. I let my eyes fall closed and I kiss him back. 

There is nothing else on my mind but him, I slide my hands up, around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. His hand loosens in my hair to run down my back to my bum, he gives it a rough squeeze and press es me tightly to his muscular build. 

I think I‘ve died and gone to Heaven. 

Myra‘s POV. 

Eventually, his grip eases up and we pull away from each other. I open my mouth and attempt to form words, but nothing comes out. He gazes at me, his ice–blue eyes look troubled, and then he sighs, running his hand through his inky black hair. 

states, his voice

have a pretty good idea what he means, this is not something I want to be mistaken about. I‘ve embarrassed myself enough in my life and this could turn out to

body has to them. They are words I never thought I would hear in my life. I inhale sharply, wondering

out of my reverie when he sways again, I pick up the keys from the floor, where we must have dropped them

car, we need to get you to a Doctor,‘ I tell him, there is no room for argument in my voice and he wisely stays silent as I help him into the car and

in for the last fifteen minutes, I force myself to keep

first met you, he admits, and I can hear the guilt lacing his tone.

you kept that to yourself because...’ | trail off, aware that my

kept such a life–changing secret

he replies ambiguously and I frown, he must be able

going to ask this

you hurt

if you knew some of the things I‘ve done, or the job that I do, you‘d be hor rified. I was trying to protect you from myself, I‘m no good for you, he explains, and I feel even more con fused than before.

do that‘s so bad?‘ I ask him, curiosity is

don‘t want to rush into anything, he replies, and I decide to let it

him smile, not properly like this anyways. He looks so attractive it actually blows me away and I have to struggle to retrieve my thoughts in

no longer have to