Chapter 67 - "'The' Date." |Part II|

03 "It seems like you're dying to mark me." I whisper, when she runs her hands through my hair, placing kisses along the side of my jaw. "You have no idea." She whispers back, repeating my earlier statement, kissing the tip of my nose. "I wish we could mark each other, but that would only make it worse." "Yeah...I might even lock you up and have my way with you." Seneca mumbles, nipping at my earlobe. My grip on her waist tightens with desire. "Well . . ." I trial off, "You wouldn't have to lock me up because I'd come willingly." I say, my voice sounding deep and hoarse to my own ears. "Cage...You're not helping things..." Seneca leans forward to kiss me, but someone coughs. We turn to the side to see an old man and a woman, both looking at us with a disapproving look. "Kids these days...there they'll be, their parents worried where they might've gone, and here they are,