Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

"Ugh, ’spicy’ my ass..." I grumbled, shoving Cullen away. I flipped my hair, unintentionally looking dramatic. "We’re taking things slow. The mate bond is very complicated and I want to be sure I’m making the right decision being together with...him."

Cullen nodded his head with understanding, as he took a seat on a couch, one leg crossed on top of the other. "Looks like you’ve got yourself in some serious pickle. But hey, you’re not getting any younger Isleen, and neither is this mysterious mate of yours. You two can’t continue stalling forever."

I sighed. Cullen made a very good point. He was always so nonchalant and carefree, but in rare moments like this, he could really sound more logical.

"What should I do then?" I shrugged my shoulders. "We both agreed to meet at the precinct tonight, after which he’ll take me to somewhere we could talk."

Cullen giggled like a bratty girl all of a sudden, causing me to frown.

"Somewhere to ’talk’? Please, you’re not a kid anymore. I can see he’s already marked you." He pointed at my neck after saying that.

I gasped, realizing that the scarf I’d be using to hide it was loose, revealing the mate mark slightly. It was already completely healed now, nothing more than a faint pinkish scar in the shape of a crescent moon, but anyone who looked hard enough would be able to spot it.

I subconsciously tied it up with the scarf again, my cheeks flushing with heat. "So? What are you insinuating? We haven’t done anything else!"

Gosh, why was I getting so self-conscious? Cullen and I were merely having a conversation. But then again, Cullen did have a special skill for annoying me.

"Not yet, you haven’t." Cullen grinned, seemingly reveling in my annoyance. "How did it feel to be marked though? Did you bite him too? Did you guys get all freaky with it?"

Argh! The nerve!