The look of sheer hurt upon Wren's face looked back at me as I steadied myself upon the bed. She gave a small nod before edging away from me. "Wren..." I began, already knowing where he mind would be going, and hating myself for it. Yet I knew I had no other option. I could not allow that girl to mark me. Not now...
"It is fine." She interrupted with her voice suddenly cold, before she moved from the bed without so much as meeting my eye. "I understand." Her words were sharp. All the affection and passion we had been enveloped within only moments before had vanished. How had we gone from everything feeling so damn perfect to this in a matter of minutes? This was the last thing that I wanted.
