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Once I’m out of air, I drop my face against his chest and beg. “Please. Don’t leave me alone again. Please. Whatever isn’t good enough, it can’t compare to feeling so lost all the time. Please, Doliver.” Tears soak into his clothes as I bury myself against him, inhale every bit of his scent, refuse to let him slip away like so many other things have. “Don’t…don’t abandon me again.”
Stable and sturdy, his arms keep me close. His heart hammers near my ear. He curses into my hair. “I…”
“Please.”
He swallows, and his muscles tense. “I can’t.” A shaking inhale fills him, then his hand travels down my back. I pull enough away to find him clasping his mouth and staring wide-eyed. Skin chalky. Terrified. “I…you…” His fingers dig into his cheek for the longest moment, then he whispers, “I can’t glamour you, and now…now you’re one of us. It’s too late.”
“One of…” Us. What, exactly? “A…werechihuahua?” I blink, straighten. “Don’t worry. I’m okay with that.”
He lets his hand drop. “I need to lie down.”
“Am I a werechihuahua now?”
His head shakes. “N…no. I mean…you…” His entire being sags, and his words pool together like sludge. “The way to claim someone is…with either words or…a kiss. And—”
I clap my hand to my mouth. “Did I just claim you without consent? Like. Werewolf marking kind of claim?” I’ve read a fanfiction or two about werewolves. I know at least a couple things.
Red explodes in his cheeks, and his eyes dart to home in on me. “Please don’t bring up marking. Marking isn’t—”
I can’t stop the words from exploding out of my mouth. “Oh my goodness. I marked you. Without consent.”
“N-no, Br—”
“I’m a monster.”
“Brittny. No.”
“I’m so sorry. Can I undo it?” My breaths thin as panic overwhelms me. “Even if I’m the girl, we still barely know each other. I shouldn’t be marking you on the sidewalk outside a Walmart.” I want to crawl into a hole. “Is there anything I can do to fix this, Doliver?”
He covers his face with both hands and murmurs weakly, “Ollie. You can call me Ollie.”
I think he’s having a breakdown.
I’ve caused him to have a breakdown.
I’m having a breakdown.
We’re both having a breakdown on the ground three feet from a Walmart parking lot.
“Ollie?” I whisper.
“I don’t love my full name…”
“Oh.” My face heats. “Well. I think it’s beautiful, Ollie.”
His fingers part, revealing slivers of his eyes. Almost immediately, he closes them again.
“Are you…okay?” I ask.
“I am experiencing severe sensory overload as heightened by the overwhelming consequences of this event.” His breaths shake. “Why is it so loud here…”
This…event.
I forgot.
“Thank you. Thank you so much. I was so scared. And…”
He crumples, cursing. “Please don’t thank me… It… You don’t understand what it means to me.” He mutters more curses. “I’m going to have to teach you so many things. The trouble you could get into now… Everything I’ve tried to spare you from…” He whimpers. “What have I done?”
