Mr. Perfect

Eighteen

Amelia

Did I do something wrong? Why would he just walk out on me after I had confessed my love for him? Yeah, maybe I didn't say the words yet, but I was going to – if he had stayed.

He was just telling me how much he loves me and pulling me closer to him. What did I do wrong?

Does he want to be alone or should I go check on him? I should go check on him.

I walked out to the garden and saw Marcus sitting on the swing that was also decorated; with fairy lights, and a bottle of white wine was laying on the grass.

As I started to walk closer to the swing, I heard Marcus's panting and gasping for air. He was shaking and struggling to breath properly.

I kneeled in front of him and held his hands, then placed both of our hands on his thighs and asked him to look at me.

"It's okay... breathe with me." I assured, inhaling deeply.

Marcus chocked on his breath as he tried to inhale with me. "We'll do it again, okay?" I inhaled again. And this time he took a deep breath with me.

I smiled shakily, looking up at him. "Good. Now let's do it again," I inhaled again, and Marcus did the same.

"Again." And again, we inhaled and exhaled together, until Marcus was breathing properly and wasn't shaking as much anymore.

I sat on the swing next to him. "Are you okay?" he chuckled bitterly, "I am." I nodded, "Okay."

We fell into an awkward silence before I started, "Do you want some more wine?" he flashed a smile, nodding, "Sure."

I went inside to bring our wine glasses then went back outside. He had already picked the wine bottle that was laid on the grass and opened it, waiting for me to bring the glasses.

I sat back on the swing, and watched him pour the white wine in the glasses. We both chugged our wine fastly, then he poured another glass for the both of us. But I didn't drink it yet.

"I'm sorry for ruining tonight." He started after taking a sip of his glass.

I shook my head, smiling. "Nothing's ruined."

He chugged the rest of his glass. "I'm sorry." Marcus cupped my face in his hands, and apologized again. 

"Don't be. Everything is okay." 

He smiled.

"I love you. And I hope you accept my apologies." I laughed at him. "Stop..." he hummed, nodding his head. "I want to apologize for everything I've done to you so far." He took a deep breath. "Please forgive me if I hurt you."

Is he drunk?

He did drink a lot of red and white wine tonight.

Maybe tipsy is the better word.

I cupped his face with my hand, "I forgive you." He smiled with his eyes closed, "Thank you, your majesty." I laughed.

His eyes were closed, as if he's feeling the moment and embracing it. I smiled, bringing my face closer to his. My lips closer to his. He opened his eyes as he felt my hot breath tickling his face.

"Amelia..." he whispered, his eyes staring down at my lips. His tongue darted to wet his lower lip, and while it did – it brushed against my top lip.

"Is it okay if I- "

Marcus's hand gently gripped my jaw, pulling me closer to him and smashing his lips on mine. And it didn't take me seconds to kiss him back. His lips are so soft against mine. I could feel the soft tickles below my nose from his breathing. There's a faint taste of all the wine glasses he'd drank tonight on his lips.