Chapter 138
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Making my way inside the house I felt a pair of strong arms lassoing themselves around me- wedging my arms between them while pulling me against a sturdy chest. The quietness that followed suit after the resounding sound of the closing door made me painfully aware of Mark's presence- only heightening the speeding sound of my heartbeat. Exhaling the breath that he had kept inside Mark said, "It feels so good to have you back with me." Nuzzling his nose against the back of my head he tightened his embrace as he inhaled my scent.
"I didn't really had a choice when I found out that I was going to be evicted soon, did I?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
His chest vibrated against my back as he spilled chuckles in the hallway. Releasing me before coming to stand next to me so that he could take a hold of my hand he said, "Don't worry we will laugh about this in a few years' time. As an apology I will make us dinner." His almond shaped eyes that matched his curved up lips resembled the crescent moon and I could feel my cheeks slightly heat up at his prospect of us still being together in the next coming years. Of course he envisioned our future together, but it was disturbing how flashes of images invaded my mind of us being happy together ten years later.
At the dining table I was situated on Mark's lap, eating my pasta. Mark's plate was next to mine and while his left arm was draped over my waist he used his right hand to eat his food. I had noticed ever since leaving the alleyway that Mark had never missed an opportunity to touch me in one way or another. When we walked he would hold my hand when we would sit he would instantly pull me on his lap and when it seemed like I was standing a little too far away from him he would instantly flush me against his side by wrapping his arm around my waist.
He needed the reassurance that I was here with him. That I truly decided to become his and me not lashing out on him whenever he searched contact only confirmed the situation even more. However eating in this position was uncomfortable for me as I was distracted by the hand that pasted itself on my abdomen. It kept drawing out shivers from my body as it made slow agonizing salacious circling movements.
"Ah!" I let out a surprised yelp when the hand that rested on my stomach suddenly flew to my thigh. As I was still wearing the outfit that Mark had bought for me the rouge tint on my cheeks spread to the tips of my ears at the burying feeling of Mark's fingers pressed on my bare thigh.
His hand slowly crept up my thigh under the black sweater dress to induce a squeak from my lips before I whipped my head to the side, glaring daggers at him only to see him taking a bite of his pasta with an unbothered expression.
This impish…! The red on my face intensified when I felt his hand getting dangerously close to my intimate garment and I rouse up from his lap briskly.
"I'm done eating, so I'll excuse myself and wash the plate." I said clipped with heat still present on my face. Despite the plate being still half full with pasta I was about to clear it off the table to take it to the sink, but was stopped by Mark's hand holding mine, keeping it were it was.
Using his hand Mark pried my fingers lose from the plate to instead interlock his fingers with mine. My heart skipped a beat when my eyes locked with the rich navy ones of Mark.
"Leave that. I will wash them tomorrow." He said and stood up from his chair to stand in front me, reminding me again how freakishly tall he was as I had to tilt my head back to look at him. "Let's go to bed." The words that he spewed carried an underlying message causing my heart to cease functioning.
My thoughts started to go haywire- panic flooding my mind as I had an inkling what he meant with "going to bed". I knew that this would happen sooner or later, but this soon?
Mark stared at me, trying to gauge for my expression as he waited for my response. I had to swallow a ball of nervousness down my throat. I was sure that my ribcage was pulverized by the profusely hammering of my heart. Casting my eyes down I whispered just above my breath, "Okay…" but I was sure that Mark had heard every syllable of it seeing the surprised look that marred his face. I was scared to raise my head as I feared that my face was like an open book, leaving my feelings open for display.
On the way to the bedroom, while holding hands, no words were exchanged and no eye contact were made. Well not from my side as I had become the embodiment of nervousness and the burning gaze of Mark didn't help calming me down at all.
Once we entered the room the air around us changed and my heart had decided to create its own rhythm once my eyes laid on the king size bed. I still didn't spare a glance at Mark and just wanted to flee at that moment as I started to get cold feet.
I really can't do this after all, I thought and turned to the side where Mark was standing. Our eyes finally met and I was about to voice my concerns but was silenced by Mark's lips covering mine, kissing the jitters that haunted my body away- bringing forth a new type of sensation. I moaned, my hands clutching his suit for support as the feeling in my legs had left me, turning it into gelatin. He snaked his hand up to my nape and deepen the kiss before breaking it off- his smoldering eyes holding my cloudy ones.
