I am born from the ashes. I should have died. I am Amre. A lost soul from a dirty society.
And, look at Marcus. An angel escaped from Hell. No one is a victim of his past.
But, everyone will pay for the mistakes made. Really? Too good to be true!
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“Stop! Stop!”
He kept kissing me – not at allslowly – like I will die tomorrow. It's like he wanted to keep me like this... for a long time to come. He didn't stop. His lips over mine joined perfectly. The emotion raced through my soul like lightning and under every touch of his tongue on my lip, I felt that I would sink, then reach the moon.
“Marcus...”
“No, Amre...”
And, I didn't mean to say no. I wanted to be his, but that means taking too much risk.
“What if we got married?”I asked this question with a twinge of voice.
He stopped, and looked me in my eyes. He ran a hand through his thick blond hair, and took my chin in the cup of his palms. He didn't say anything. His silence killed me on the inside. If he wanted me, why didn't he want me to become his wife?
What word! Wife! To leave your whole destiny together with that of another soul. Let them become one.
“I don't think so." he said to me, in a calm voice.
I was naked, and standing in front of me it was the one who belonged to my heart. It's like he's making fun of me. I don't know why, but that's how it came to my mind.
I wanted to put my clothes back on, and Marcus helps me.
What happened a few minutes ago I will not forget for the rest of my life.
“Marcus, do you love me?”
My chin was shaking, and my hands they were sweating. I didn't know what answer I could expect from him at the moment.
“I love all of you, my love, Amre!”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I looked at his beautiful face and wondered why he chose me. Or, what's the reason for which he likes me. I would have asked him, but I didn't.
When I was dressed, I went out with him. My shock was greater when I saw the astonished look on Ms. Smith's face.
All this time, she was in the corridor! My cheeks caught fire, and I walked away from Marcus. Not once did the woman forbid him from approaching me. She didn't like seeing us together. However, Marcus didn't care about his mother either.
“Nude girl!”
I could hear the rebuke in her voice. My legs were gelatinous.
