I started to feel agitated as I thought about how blissfully unaware I must have been when he marked me. The hickey should have made me angry, but instead it made me happy and even a little dizzy. Smith Mason's image would be displayed on the right side of Wikipedia's alpha male page, if it were to exist. He not only personified alpha; he was its pinnacle. I should have known he would have come up with multiple strategies to stake a claim to the land.
But why did I feel such pleasure from what he did? On the way to lunch, I examined the spot in the rearview mirror. I should have been annoyed by the territorial mark, but instead I was smiling. I pulled my ponytail to the side and smoothed it around my shoulder and neck as a rosy flush appeared on my cheeks.
Smith grinned as he rolled into the restaurant parking area and put the equipment in park.
