“Clearly.” Marcus half scoffed, half laughed. “My point is that we don’t have to communicate to, unfortunately, communicate.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Mortifying. Truly mortifying. “I guess I jumped to conclusions a bit too soon.”
“Did you think I was asking him for tips on how to get you off or something?” He switched to internal communication, and I jumped. “Because I promise I do not need any help in that regard.”
The immediate reminder that he could read my mind, meant I had to do my absolute best not to think about how good Adrian had been at finding the kinks I didn’t know or want to admit I had.
“Good to know.” He said into my mind with another half scoff, half chuckle.
Fuck my life.
“But if you knew I wasn’t human all this time, why didn’t you tell me?” Again with the secrets. I’d thought we were past this.
“Would you have believed me if I told you?” He reached over and braced my neck in his palm. He stroked his mark with his thumb, smudging the makeup I used to cover it while in a public place full of monsters. “You’ve been very, very adamant about your humanity.”
I slumped in his grip. “Fair point.” It really was my own denial that blinded me to everything.
“Have you talked to your parents? Do you have any idea what your blood line looks like?”
“No. They’re out gallivanting all over the world and won’t answer my calls, and I’m too scared to just send the question in an email.” I admitted, while I pushed my breakfast around my tray with my fork.
“Maybe I can help you figure that out. How about you come over tomorrow.”
I tilted my head back and forth as I considered it. We were overdue for another blood date, and I could use the stress relief of a motorcycle ride. “Will you pick me up?”
“Baby Doll, I will carry you to the end of the earth if it’ll make you smile.” Marcus flashed me a winning grin, before he ruffled my hair into a scattered mess.
I swatted him away playfully. “Then consider it a date.” I muttered, while I smoothed out his handiwork.
“It would be my honor.”