Freya's Pov.

He looked at me with uncertainty, “are you sure?” he asked, every ounce of lust evaporating through the window.

“Ye..s.. Yes I'm sure,” I stuttered.

“You don't seem all that sure,” he pointed and there was nothing I hated more than people pinpointing, like keep your damn points to your freaking self.

“I'm very sure Tobias, now mark me please,” my voice was levelled now and lacked every stuttering attribute to them, also I was practically begging for him to claim me.

“Freya,” he said and moved back. That simple act made me go still, was he rejecting me, contemplating on not claiming me.

“Tobias,” I held him...