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He looks like he wants more.
He looks like he wants to devour me.
He looks like he wants to kiss me.
The worst part of it all is that there’s a piece of me that wants him to. A part of me that wants to kiss him wildly in return as he claims my mouth.
Claims.Me.
I feel like I’m losing the control I need to keep my emotions in check. This place, his presence, all the swoony shit he keeps doing… it's overwhelming me in every way possible. I know we should probably sit down and talk about it, but my defense mechanism is to avoid it until it goes away.
The thoughts shoot through my body, forcing me to tense up.
I know for certain that I have to get out of here and get home.
“What’s wrong, Ave? Are you sick again?”
“No. But I should probably get home.”
He releases his hold on me, allowing me to step back and out of his space. My body is still not able to relax as the tension radiates from each part of my body. I’ve never let a man this close to me before. Every new feeling is honing in on me as fast as a lightning strike out of the sky.
“I’m fine,” I continue through his silence.
Marc steps back into me at the same time his hand comes to the side of my face. He sweeps back a loose strand of hair that fell from my claw clip before his hand found a place on the side of my face. Cupping my neck while his thumb brushed softly over the apple of my cheek. The world feels like it’s coming to a halt as we both stand here.
“Marc,” I whimper.
“Stop trying to deny this feeling, Avery.”
My eyes close. “I don’t know whatthisis. But it can’t happen, Marc. I’m not wired for whatever is happening here. You know this already.” I make no attempt to release myself from the hold he has on me.
“You came with a warning.”
“Huh?”
“You came with a warning,” he repeats. “I know this isn’t you. I know you don’t do this. I know you set rules for what can’t happen.”
My eyes shoot open thinking about the rules that I set, wondering which one he’s talking about right now.
No kissing.
No seeing other people.
No falling in love.
“But right now.” He pauses. His eyes scan my features until they land on my mouth. “I can’t think of anything else but my lips on yours.”
I gasp. “You want to kiss me?”
“I might die if I don’t, Avery.”
Why does my brain short circuit around this man? One minute I need to get away from him, and the next I want his hands all over every inch of my body. This can’t be healthy. Is this how relationships feel?
Who the fuck knows.
All I know is that I want to feel him claim me right here, right now.
I shoot him a cheeky grin. “What are you waiting for, boss man?
