“What?” I frowned, settling on the bed better to see him. “What did you just say?”
“I want to mark you,” he leaned closer, reaching out and tracing the side of my neck that his mark will rest on, and my body shivered involuntarily.
“Toby.” I murmured, unable to find my voice after wearing it out from all the shouting. “I don’t think that is a good idea.”
“Why?” Toby asked absentmindedly, his gaze intent, as though willing me to agree. “We will be bonded together, and it would make communication so much easier.”
“I don’t think so.” I argued, creating a little distance between us so I could think properly, even though it physically hurts me to do that. “It would only cause us more problems. The mark has a way of messing with the mind, and it would only make you crave your partner more an
