Blurred Lines

Chapter 31 - The Promise

January 25, 1993

Green Mountain Lodge

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If you wait for me

Then I'll come for you

Although I've traveled far

I always hold a place for you in my heart

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A sigh of contentment slipped from Isabella's lips as John pushed into her body with one final thrust. His large palm gripped her hip, holding her steady, and he bit at her neck as he whispered, "Fuck."

Coming to Green Mountain Lodge for the weekend had been a welcome surprise. Isabella had that same feeling she'd had on her honeymoon. As if it were her and John alone in the world. He rested against her, his soft breath against her neck, and she thought that maybe this is what they needed all of the time. They needed to be somewhere away from the distractions, and have the chance to focus on themselves for a while. They needed a chance to solidify their bond, and then his pull towards Marlena and her children wouldn't be such an issue.

John wrapped his arm around Isabella's body, and kissed her shoulder softly. Closing his eyes, he found himself comparing Isabella to Marlena. Her body wasn't as soft, and it didn't fit to his the way Marlena's did. He smoothed his hand over her hip, and opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling. He shouldn't be thinking about Marlena at all. His cock twitched, and his eyes closed again as he pictured Marlena's topless body riding his thigh.

Isabella rolled towards him, sliding her hand up John's bare chest. He groaned, and she smiled. "We needed this," she whispered.

John's eyes opened as he was jerked back to reality. He waited a moment, and then he replied, "Yeah, we did." But he felt hollow. He was spiraling and he wasn't sure what to do, or where to turn. He could talk to Dr. Baker, but he had never formed that connection with her, not like he had with Marlena. It wasn't natural, the connection he had with Marlena. Sometimes it felt supernatural. His dreams were so vivid, he would swear she was right there with him. When he had a problem, or simply needed to talk to someone, she was his first thought. John pushed his hand through his hair, "I'm gonna shower."

"I could shower with you," Isabella said softly. He looked distracted, and it was frustrating. Even though he'd taken her away this weekend, she felt like he wasn't completely with her. She had a sinking suspicion of where his mind was. Where it always was. Marlena. "I could wash your back... and other things."

"It's going to be fast," he told her, kissing her on her cheek. John gave her a teasing grin, "You stay here, and bask in the afterglow. I'll be quick."

"Bask in the afterglow, huh?" she said with a light laugh. But she wasn't feeling light at all. She was feeling wound up, tense, and lonely. How could she be lonely when John was with her? He was paying attention to her. She didn't fully understand it. Rolling onto her side, she closed her eyes with a sigh, and saw Marcus's face. She tried to push it away, but then she could feel his lips on hers soft and persistent.

She hadn't told John about Marcus kissing her. It confused her because it was surprising and unexpected. Not just for the physical act, but because she'd enjoyed it as much as she did. John was who she loved, and John was who she planned to spend the rest of her life with. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, while trying to ignore the odd swirl of emotions. "It was just a kiss," she murmured, listening to the shower water turn on in the bathroom.