My whole world implodes.
Not literally—I mean, after today's adventure, I wouldn't be surprised. But, no, there's no raining hellfire or mile-long sinkholes to mark this absolutely seismic moment.
It's just my brain trying to process the casual way Caine announced he's going to mark me. Tonight. No big deal, just penciled into our calendar like it isn't something we should probably have an entire discussion over.
My mouth hangs open for a while, but no matter how much my throat works, I fail at bringing up a single sound to start the discussion in question, my brain no longer in processing mode and happily gallivanting in the gutter with the spicy memories we've already accrued in recent days.
Hmm. Yes. Suddenly, my lower body insists Caine's idea is amazing. After all, if not mate, why mate-shaped?
I find myself nodding along to this entire thing without a single discussion actually had.
