Andy's POV
He dragged his nose lightly over the curve of neck once again, and I bit on my bottom lip and gripped the edge of the back of the couch tightly. His warm breaths were still hitting the bare skin of my throat, and that alone was enough to make me resemble a little. It didn't help that I could feel his warm lips brush against my collarbone every now and then. I puffed out a breath and stared up into the roof, willing everything to sit still in the next moment, because I could already tell that he was going to begin the scenting any moment from now.
