I Don't do Pretty

"Mate." his breath fanned against my face.

"You see, I don't do love, so um you can reject me and let's get this over with." I say stuttering at our closeness.

"How about a bet." he said his perfect low voice rumbled.

"A bet? What about?" curse my weakness for bets.

"Whoever falls for the other first, will either get rejected, or marked, all depends on what the winner decides." he says shrugging his muscular shoulders.


"Only females can get marked?" i stated cautiously.

"That's the point, because your going to loose." he said cockily.

"Your on!" I said shaking hands with my new mate.