HOLLY
The past two weeks had been bliss. Jake and I had been getting on amazingly. We had struggled to keep our hands off each other. Jake had brought up the subject of marking each other and completing the bond between us, but I wasn’t ready. I explained that I would feel more comfortable waiting until the situation with his Dad was resolved. He had been so understanding. That morning, he had suggested that I move some of my things to his room, and his to mine to make it easier when we spent the night together. I was packing a small bag to take up when he knocked on the door. I knew it was him, by his scent. I was about to open it when a rush of fear ran through me. I felt nauseous but didn’t know why. I took a deep breath and opened the door to see Jake looking miserable. “What’s the m
