After the heavy make-out session we had and how crazy my hormones and emotions felt, I was sure it was all because of the mark.
"I waited too long. We should've mated the day I found you. The mark should've been made the minute I laid eyes on you," Dylan replied, not sounding in the least sorry.
His words weren't rough—more like he was stating a fact. Nonetheless, the dam in my eyes broke loose, and I was in tears again. I wasn't sobbing, but the tears rolled down my cheek, and I felt depressed.
"Why are you crying?" Dylan asked me tenderly, trying to embrace me.
"I don't know," I said, letting him hold me. It was stupid of me to cry, but I couldn't control it. I felt like a pregnant woman with my emotions and hormones all over the place.
We stayed in bed for about an hour. The t
