His Immortal

14

He took a step closer to me, standing directly in front of me now. His voice was soft and filled with compassion. "Hey," he said gently, his hand reaching out to touch my cheek. "It's going to be okay. I promise you that."

As I met his gaze, Marcus's heart swelled with a mixture of compassion and protectiveness. My eyes were filled with pain and uncertainty, and he longed to soothe my fears and make everything alright again. He held my gaze, his hand still tenderly cupping my cheek as he spoke. "You're safe here," he said quietly. "I won't let anything happen to you. I'll keep you safe, no matter what."

Marcus could see the uncertainty in my eyes, but there was something else there too, something that made his heart race. He couldn't exactly pinpoint what it was, but it seemed like I was feeling something for him as well, and the realization filled him with a mixture of hope and trepidation.

He gently touched my other cheek, his fingers tracing along the line of my jaw as he looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with tender concern. The moment seemed to stretch out into eternity, both of us locked in the silent dance of emotions. Marcus could feel his heart racing in his chest, his body drawn towards me as if by some invisible force.

His fingers lingered on my cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, his voice a whisper in the quiet space between us. "You're going to be okay," he repeated quietly, his gaze never leaving mine.

As my lips met him, Marcus's mind went blank for a moment. He was completely unprepared for the sudden action, and the unexpected kiss sent a shock wave of emotions coursing through him. Surprise, desire and confusion, all swirled together in a maelstrom of sensation that left him breathless.

He was frozen for a moment, shocked into inaction by the sheer unexpectedness of it, but then his brain kicked back into gear, and he responded to my kiss, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer to him.

Marcus reluctantly broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling as he sucked in a much-needed breath. For a moment, he kept his arms wrapped tightly around me, not wanting to let me go. His breathing was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest, and he could feel the heat of my body against his, the heady mix of desire and confusion swirling all around us.

He pulled back further, enough to look down at me, his gaze searching my face for any hint of regret or doubt. His voice was thick with emotion, his tone rough with the weight of the moment. "Why did you do that?" he asked, his fingers tracing lightly along the line of my jawline.

I shrugged as I looked down. Marcus lifted my chin with his fingers, gently tilting my face up so that my gaze met his once again. His eyes were intense, filled with a mixture of surprise and desire, as he looked at me in silence for a moment. Then he spoke, his voice still tinged with a hint of bewilderment. He chuckled softly, his lips curving into a wry smile. "I didn't expect that," he said, his fingers still lightly caressing my skin.

He studied me silently for a moment longer, the memory of the kiss still burning in his mind. His instincts were at war with his professional training, his body begging him to pull me closer again while his mind told him to keep his distance. He struggled to keep his own emotions in check, his heart hammering in his chest as he fought the irresistible pull of my presence.

Finally, he spoke again, his voice quiet and laced with a hint of hesitation. "That shouldn't have happened," he said, his fingers still resting against my chin.

Marcus could see the agreement in my eyes, the acknowledgement that what had just happened between us was wrong, forbidden. But he could also see the desire still lingering there, the undeniable spark that had been ignited in that passionate kiss. It was a heady combination, and it only served to heighten his inner turmoil.

"I'll go back to my room then," I went back to my hospital room.

As I turned to leave, Marcus's heart tugged in his chest, torn between the desire to pull me back into his arms and the logical part of his mind that told him to let me go. He watched me disappear into the room, his eyes following me until I was out of sight. His mind was a jumbled mess, his emotions a tangled mass of desire and regret.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. But the memory of my lips on his, the taste of my kiss still fresh in his memory, refused to be pushed away. He cursed under his breath, his fingers running through his hair in frustration. This was bad, really bad. He had to get himself together and find a way to focus on the case and not on me.

But for now, he stood there in the hallway, his thoughts consumed by me and the kiss that had changed everything.

Meanwhile, as my hospital stay ended and I was discharged, Marcus found himself unable to focus on the case. His mind kept circling back to the kiss, to the way I had felt in his arms, the taste of my lips still fresh in his memory.

He tried to shake it off, to throw himself into his work, but the memory was persistent, like an itch that he just couldn't scratch. He found himself constantly looking up, hoping to catch a glimpse of me, even though he knew he shouldn't.

As I make my way to the location where me and my friend were found, Marcus follows me at a distance. He had kept an eye on me ever since the hospital, ensuring that I was safe and unharmed. He watched from afar as I stood at the edge of the ominous hole, his heart heavy at the memories that he knew I was trying to recall.