Jared Pov
Breakfast was starting to get f*****g awkward. Mom and dad were both silent, staring at Easton and me as if there was something on our faces. I even paused a few times to study Easton, wanting to make sure I didn’t leave any marks on him that they were apparently seeing. No hickeys, nothing. I did leave a small bruise on his shoulder when I bit him last night but they couldn’t see that under his hoodie. Not that I was against marking him. I wanted to hold him down and put hickeys on every inch of his body, sink my canines into his throat, and prove to everyone that he was mine. But as much as I wanted to do that…I was going to wait. One more week, after all. Then the deal was over. Honestly, I didn’t think he’d reject me now, but you never know. We haven’t actually talked ab
