"If I cannot marry you," his eyes dipped to my neck, "then allow me to mark you tonight."
"Wha-what?" I whispered before gulping and smiling at him. "Mark?"
"Yes."
"I see." my hand went to my neck. "Me? My neck? This neck?"
His eyes narrowed add my questioning, but I could see amusement there as well. "Yes."
I licked my lips. "It is not a good neck. It doesn't taste good. Marilyn told me after biting it."
He tried to conceal his smile, but I saw it. "Marilyn like the taste of Allen's neck. I like the taste of yours. So much so, I would like a bite of it every single day of my life."
"Hah." I smiled at his words. "You have quite a pig lifespan. I'm sure you're not going to get bored?"
His eyes dropped to my lips before dropping to my neck. "No, I don't think so."
