Alec's POV:
Marcie will never understand how difficult this is for me. I was never one to show emotion, so being so sincere in this moment is a challenge. If only she knew how horrible I felt. I wanted her with every part of my being but she didn't want anything to do with me. I was lonely with a broken heart, and those two don't have a good history.
She sat between me just staring at me. She was thinking really hard, what about I have no idea, all I knew is that she was losing interest in what I was saying. She began looking around the room; no matter how hard I looked at her I could not force her to look in my direction. She knew I was right. She only wants me because she has to. Shes stuck with me so she settled; realizing this was the greatest pain I've ever felt.
"I can't let you go Marcie." I said quietly but it seemed to have startled her back to reality.
"What do you mean, Alec?"
"I can't let you go home. I know you hate me. . I fucked up. But if I let you go they'll find me and I can't let that happen. Not again." I knew I said too much when she gave me a weird look. Her eyebrows furrowed and her lips began to purse up almost as if she was about to ask a question, but she just froze. She sat there looking at me, but I didn't mind too much. I stared at her back; I enjoyed her confused look. She almost looked as if she was pouting, which began to turn me on but I clenched my jaw and pushed my thoughts away. I wish I knew what she was thinking. She looked so beautiful just sitting there, looking at me. I felt honored that her eyes even glanced in my direction, let alone gave me her full attention. They burned through my skin.
"I don't want to go home Alec." the words rolled softly off her tongue, slowly but forcefully hitting me. And then. . she kissed me. A different kind of kiss than before. This time it was slow, soft. She leaned over and gently touched her lips to mine. She made no efforts to put her hands on me, only our lips touched. She craddled my bottom lip with hers and so gently and effortlessly pulled away, ending our touch. I looked at her and swallowed hard. I had kept my eyes open the whole time, looking at her. Either she is a really good actor or she just might feel the slightest bit for me. I didn't even care, in this moment all I want is Marcie Brooks.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me, our faces just inches apart, and for the first time, I kissed Marcie Brooks. I pushed my lips against hers and she did the same. I pulled her closer and closer until she was sitting on my lap, legs wrapped around me. We spent hours like this, just kissing, nothing else. Despite the raging urge to rip every piece of clothing off of her, I didn't. I fought the urge with all my might, I couldn't screw up again. So we just kissed.
Marcie's POV:
Today was the scariest, most confusing and happiest days I have ever had. Alec broke his hand and passed out, leaving me to figure out what to do. And he made me realize that the only reason I ever wanted him in the first place was because I didn't have anyone else. But he also made me realize that I wanted him. It was plain and simple. I wanted Alec Stone.
It was late in the night but we were still up, laying in his bed. Ever since Alec has been home he hasn't had a shirt on, which I enjoy. He isn't really buff but you can tell he has muscle. Sometimes if he moves just the right way I can see the muscles in his stomach tense up and reveal his six pack.
Since we spent most of the day kissing and goofing off I didn't get a chance to notice his other tattoo, on his forearm. It was simple really, six skinny black lines that went all the way around his arm. I wasn't sure what it was about but I was planning on finding out.
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Tangled Up In Him (Complete)
Short Story"By the end of the night I regained my strength and was able to even get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Alec watched me of course, like a hawk. He knew I felt better and wanted to make sure I didn't try making any rational decisions. To my sur...