Bab 137: 3.15

My small hands eagerly reached out to frame his sharp, angular face. Deeply I stared into the icy abyss of his eyes, searching for the soul behind them. 

Could he really do it?

"Can I mark you now Luna? Or are you still made with me?" He spoke so close to my neck, his breath tickled. 

"No, stop," flustered, my face warmed up blushing heavily. Why did this body have to be so damn sensitive to this kind of thing?

I'd long forgotten the joys of teenage hormones…

"Lex, I am trying to, to, think, no understand," my words stumbled out of my mouth as his hands rose up my thighs and gripped my ass playfully squeezing.

Frowning, I started to attempt to wriggle free again, like a rabbit in a snare, but it was useless.

"I need to talk to Alex," I cleared my throat, ignoring his eye contact, to focus on a random glowing crystal instead. 

"Ah, yes, Alex."

Why did he say the name with such disdain?