Mr. Perfect

Twenty-Nine

Amelia

The sound of kissing and heavy breathing is the only sound that have been made since we got here from visiting Gloria Black's grave.

It sounds weird when you say it like that.

But it's the truth. My lips and his lips never parted.

I'm sitting on top of him, his hands are roaming over my body and mine over his. We're fully clothed, I unbuttoned a couple of his buttons on the black dress shirt he's wearing and he undid my jeans – but we're still so uncomfortably clothed.

I pulled away and sat myself straight on his lap, my breathing heavy, I pointed at his buttons. "Take it off, right now."

He chuckled darkly, grabbing me by my neck, he pulled me closer – his thumb rubbing on my swollen lower lip. "I love it when you're bossy." He kissed me passionately.

I couldn't focus on the kiss as I heard a faint sound coming from outside the house. I don't think Marcus heard it – maybe it's just me hallucinating. I pulled away from the kiss again, making him groan and lift his head up – hoping I'd lean in and kiss him again.

He grabbed me by my waist and pressed me down onto his lap. "I'll take it off, just kiss me." I smiled, going to peck his lips. He grabbed me by my nape and pulled me for another kiss. I pushed him gently, "Don't you hear it?"

His eyebrows knitted and it didn't even take him seconds to respond with "No." He licked his lips, "I don't. Now, Angel, give me your lips."

I got off of his lap, trying to get a better listen of the voice I'm one hundred percent sure I heard. It was coming from outside, I got to the window and started scanning the almost pitch-black area.

It was laughing... the sound. It was some drunk laughing outside the house.

It looks like the drunk person is an older man. I caught a glimpse of some shine in his hand – I think it's a beer or whatever he's drinking.

I swallowed.

He's stumbling outside Marcus's house. Marcus's house that is inside the forest. Marcus's house is his mother's family house. Marcus's father is outside of prison.

Marcus's father is outside.

I hope I'm wrong. Please let me be wrong.

I could hear Marcus talking but I'm not sure what he's saying.

The sound the bed made as he got up from it brought me back to reality. I turned around, Marcus was making his way to me, his eyes were soft and concerned.

"Gloria!"

The person yelled from outside. Marcus's father yelled from outside. I jumped as I heard him.

Marcus froze in his place, not daring to walk closer to the window. I could see the look of fear painted across his beautiful – now pale – features. His eyebrows slightly furrowed – making him look furious somehow – his hands, I could see them tremble on his sides.

I walked closer to him, held his hands in mine. His gaze found my eyes, and his lips twitched slightly.

"I'm asleep, aren't I?"

I swallowed. Massaging his colder hands in mine, I tried to guide him to the bed but he wouldn't move.

"Marcus, let's sit on the bed, okay?" I spoke gently. But he didn't listen. His eyes traveling on my face, he let out a breath before moving his hands away from mine. He walked towards the window, took a short glimpse of the outside before immediately backing away from it.