He whispered with his dimpled smile. She then remembered the service and sitting next to him and oh God she must have fainted. Looking around taking in her surroundings lying on a sofa in what appeared to be some one’s office. She quickly jumped up as if a bucket of cold water was dumped on her. In doing so she bumped her head with Marco’s chin causing him to fall back from his kneeling position.
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” She went to assist him but he kindly declined and was on his feet within seconds. “What happened? Where is Nate?” she quickly asked as she rubbed her temples trying to gain composure.
“One minute you were fine and when we all stood for the choir you passed out falling right into my arms.” He explained as he stared into her eyes and walked over to where she stood taking one too many steps into her personal space. “Nate went to find juice hoping it will help. He thought maybe you didn’t find time to eat today and exhaustion being the cause.” She felt his breathe across her face when he spoke leaving her quite vulnerable thinking about the kiss they shared the night before instead of the memories of their baby’s funeral that had seized her just minutes before.
“You had me worried. Are you okay to go back in or would you prefer to be taken home?” His gaze went straight to her bottom lip and she quivered slightly as he took hold of her by the waist to help steady her at the same time bringing their bodies even closer. The heat of his body penetrating through her clothes left her captivated. She was speechless and taking in the moment. He leaned his face in closer and whispered. “Your lips are just how I remember them so exquisite so luscious.” He then glided his finger over her bottom lip then gently outlined it. She closed her eyes spellbound by his actions springing her insides to life making her yearn for more. The sound of voices followed by the rattling of the door caused him to set her free. Color rose to her face and she began to smooth her black skirt trying to gain self-control.
Nate stepped in with Mr. Johnson tailgating behind him. “How is my girl doing? I was able to get you some orange juice. I know you had nothing to eat but the coffee we had this morning.” He announced as he walked right over to her. Marco not appreciative of Nate’s affectionate display or the revelation of the two of them sharing coffee in the morning. It sounded too intimate; triggering him to wonder if he stayed the night with her. He knew he had no right to be infuriated; at this point he needed to get some air to calm his sudden rage. He didn’t like losing control and having all these crazy emotions. Mr. Johnson expressing his concern was Marcos’s opportunity to escape. He went to Nate to excuse himself. “Hey I need to find Alex and take him home. Let’s continue our earlier discussion real soon.” Patting his shoulder he then looked over at her one last time and barked a command to Nate. “Make sure you get her home safely.” Then he was gone like the wind. Totally loss in what Mr. Johnson was saying she just drank her juice and apologized profusely. She tried to figure out what caused Marco’s mood to change he went from compassionate to angry and she hadn’t a clue as to why. Just moments ago the look in his eyes revealed an undeniable heat that radiated right through her. She wondered if he also felt the electricity between them that she felt. Maybe she imagined it all?
****♥****
The next morning Marisol woke up to a thunderstorm producing a whiney Mace who feared thunder. The weather put a damper on her plans to jog around town and afterwards a visit to the cemetery. The guilt for not showing up at the cemetery in the past two weeks to check in on Marissa and her mother’s plots engulfed her weighing down her shoulders. She had to motivate to at least visit her father after
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” She went to assist him but he kindly declined and was on his feet within seconds. “What happened? Where is Nate?” she quickly asked as she rubbed her temples trying to gain composure.
“One minute you were fine and when we all stood for the choir you passed out falling right into my arms.” He explained as he stared into her eyes and walked over to where she stood taking one too many steps into her personal space. “Nate went to find juice hoping it will help. He thought maybe you didn’t find time to eat today and exhaustion being the cause.” She felt his breathe across her face when he spoke leaving her quite vulnerable thinking about the kiss they shared the night before instead of the memories of their baby’s funeral that had seized her just minutes before.
“You had me worried. Are you okay to go back in or would you prefer to be taken home?” His gaze went straight to her bottom lip and she quivered slightly as he took hold of her by the waist to help steady her at the same time bringing their bodies even closer. The heat of his body penetrating through her clothes left her captivated. She was speechless and taking in the moment. He leaned his face in closer and whispered. “Your lips are just how I remember them so exquisite so luscious.” He then glided his finger over her bottom lip then gently outlined it. She closed her eyes spellbound by his actions springing her insides to life making her yearn for more. The sound of voices followed by the rattling of the door caused him to set her free. Color rose to her face and she began to smooth her black skirt trying to gain self-control.
Nate stepped in with Mr. Johnson tailgating behind him. “How is my girl doing? I was able to get you some orange juice. I know you had nothing to eat but the coffee we had this morning.” He announced as he walked right over to her. Marco not appreciative of Nate’s affectionate display or the revelation of the two of them sharing coffee in the morning. It sounded too intimate; triggering him to wonder if he stayed the night with her. He knew he had no right to be infuriated; at this point he needed to get some air to calm his sudden rage. He didn’t like losing control and having all these crazy emotions. Mr. Johnson expressing his concern was Marcos’s opportunity to escape. He went to Nate to excuse himself. “Hey I need to find Alex and take him home. Let’s continue our earlier discussion real soon.” Patting his shoulder he then looked over at her one last time and barked a command to Nate. “Make sure you get her home safely.” Then he was gone like the wind. Totally loss in what Mr. Johnson was saying she just drank her juice and apologized profusely. She tried to figure out what caused Marco’s mood to change he went from compassionate to angry and she hadn’t a clue as to why. Just moments ago the look in his eyes revealed an undeniable heat that radiated right through her. She wondered if he also felt the electricity between them that she felt. Maybe she imagined it all?
****♥****
The next morning Marisol woke up to a thunderstorm producing a whiney Mace who feared thunder. The weather put a damper on her plans to jog around town and afterwards a visit to the cemetery. The guilt for not showing up at the cemetery in the past two weeks to check in on Marissa and her mother’s plots engulfed her weighing down her shoulders. She had to motivate to at least visit her father after
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