Chapter 14 - Dangers of the Mark

Her hand tightened around the doorknob while the other tightened around her towel. He stood there by the door rigid, his eyes on her. Taking note of her wet hair and her very exposed neck. His eyes darted to the mark and once again, something ticked in his jaws.

"I thought you were Gwen," she managed to say but he said nothing, his eyes turning darker and darker with every lingering moment.

She wanted to close the door. Fear rushed through her veins then as the image of what she saw in the hallway cross through her mind. She wanted to sink into herself and stay far away from him yet she couldn't even close the freaking door?! Why couldn't she just look away from his burning gaze? It was like as if her feelings were out of her reigns of control, compelling her and drawing her to him. Yet there was fear, a large tussling fear.

She heard someone coming up the door at that moment and he did too.