Chapter 63
I’m sorry El.
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Elara felt her heart drop with how emotional Marcus sounded. He looked like he was about to cry, his eyes glistening with something she’d never seen there before. She couldn’t find any words, her throat closing up as she watched him stand up from the chair and kneel in front of her.
Elara was shocked. Was he drunk? Marcus Thorne? Kneeling down for me? She felt a little joy and pride swell inside her chest. Had she finally cracked his wall? After all this time, after all the pushing and pulling and fighting, was this the moment he finally let her in?
He continued with the apology, holding her hands in his like they were something precious he was afraid of breaking. “I didn’t mean to annoy you. I didn’t mean to compete with you for your mum. I’m actually sorry.” He paused, his thumbs rubbing circles on the back of her hands. “And most importantly for leaving you unfinished in Santorini. If you want, I can make it up to you,” he said, smiling now.
Elara felt that shock sensation between her legs, heat pooling low in her belly. He was flirting again, and damn it, it was working.
She finally found her voice, though it came out softer than she intended. “It’s fine, Marcus. And I’m sorry too for staying out late in a city I’m not familiar with and walking around with a stranger. I get that if anything bad had happened to me, you’d have been at the receiving end of it. I’m really sorry.”
Marcus kissed her hands gently, she felt the warmth of his lips on her knuckles, he then stood up and sat back on the couch. His hand returned to her thigh, rubbing it slowly in circles that sent shivers up her spine.
Then he started, his brow furrowing slightly with concern. “Wait, you didn’t eat dinner last night and breakfast this morning. Have you even eaten today?”
“Yeah, I got breakfast on my way to Mimi’s, and we went out for dinner, remember?” she said, gesturing at her outfit and makeup with a small smile.
Marcus looked at her for a long moment, his eyes scanning her face like he was trying to read something there. “Hmm, yes. You could’ve fooled me.” His hand moved up and began to draw languid circles on her arm, and her heart dropped. She hated how cute he was and how she felt about him, not knowing if he felt the same way. She hated him so much she kissed him.
She pulled him down and pressed her lips against his, angry and fast. He kissed her back harder. There was nothing soft about it. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her into him, like he couldn’t get close enough. She moaned against his mouth, fingers curling in his hair as he backed her into the couch.
He touched everything. He touched her waist, her thighs, and the curve of her ass. Every inch he could reach, like he was a drowning man reaching for a log of wood.
She tugged his shirt off and bit his bottom lip just to be petty. He growled and hoisted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
Marcus didn’t stop moving. He kept walking, carrying, her across the living room like she weighed nothing, his lips never leaving hers. He climbed the stairs with her still wrapped around him, one hand supporting her back, the other gripping her thigh possessively. The kiss broke for just a second as he navigated the hallway, both of them breathing hard, their foreheads pressed together.
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Chapter 63
“I’m going to make you forget about Santorini,” he murmured against her mouth.
Then he carried her up and dropped her right in the middle of the big bed.
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