HERMIONE'S POV
I looked at him in surprise. It's not that I don't want to believe him, but rather it was too hard to comprehend that he marked me willingly and the reason why he looked reluctant was that he was afraid I wouldn't like it.
So what am I in his eyes? Does he see me as his mate? Someone he loves and wants to spend the rest of his life with?
I held my breath when I felt his large warm hands touch both of my cheeks and he looked at me in the eyes.
“I thought you already known what I felt towards you given because of my actions, but it seemed like you didn't.” He softly said while leaning his face closer to mine.
“Hermione, my little weak slave, my love, I know that it's a bit inappropriate to say ask you out here without those flashy gifts and so on like what I look up onlin
