“Marik,” I called, not knowing what to say. You said after the wedding, right? - stroked his neck, trying to calm him down, but not sure if it would work. And I'm not even sure I want to stop.

“Uh-huh.” He nuzzled my neck. - Sorry.

I don't know how he did it, but Mark put me on the ground and covered his face with his hands. Ears, neck filled with an impressive crimson hue. He tried to turn away, but he understood that I already saw and felt everything perfectly. As it turned out, he turns away for another reason.

- Sorry.

Was it just me or did he...