A Love Like War (On Hold)

Suprises (Part 3)

Marco's POV:

I could feel my cheeks burn the moment I laid my eyes on her. To say that I was blushing loudly might actually be an understatement here since it felt like my head might explode at any moment just from staring at her.

I could hear Jean snickering beside me, probably because I had a stupid look on my face, as he nudge my side and whispered an almost inaudible I told you so while I could do nothing but stare at the beautiful creature that was standing only a good few feet away from me.

People would probably say that I'm just exaggerating if I told them this but... right at this moment, she was much more of a goddess than Krista will ever be.

I mean, seeing her clad in white from her head to toe made her somehow look that way. Not to mention she was really much more kinder than Krista. If only everyone could see that too. They'd probably agree with me.

But then again, a part of me contradicts me.

A part of me that I was never aware of until she came into my life. A part of me that wanted to monopolize her so much that I'd take her hand right then and there and lock her off somewhere no one else knew but me.

A part of me that I find very hard to... Compromise with.

And the way she looked today was just adding fuel to the fire. It just makes that part of me more... dominant and difficult to control.

'Whisk her away from here before he comes.' It whispered in mind, tempting me, as the thought of him seeing her in such an attire started to sink in.

I don't want him to see her like this. Not now, not ever!

Ok, I know I'm acting like I own her but it's just that I know exactly how he would feel if he ever laid his eyes on her.

How his heart will beat faster, pumping up blood to his already flushed cheeks as he nervously looks at her like it was the first time he ever met someone as beautiful as she was.

How his whole world would suddenly just stop moving and  starts zooming in on her and take all of her in.

Starting from her short Raven black hair that flowed like silk in the wind to the enchanting blue of her eyes that held all of her caged emotions that she never showed on her face down to her pale pink lips that rarely smiled or laughed.

How his breath would hitch as she slowly walks towards his direction while his heart beats wildly inside his chest in anticipation of what she would do next.

How he'd fiddle with his fingers nervously when he gets her alone. Needing- Wanting to touch her, to caress her cheek gently, but couldn't out of fear that he'd accidentally break her.

And mostly, how he'd be so tempted to tell her exactly how he really felt about her and she'd become more aware of him than she already was.

She was interested in him. That much I knew. But to what extent, I had no idea nor am I interested in the idea of finding it out.

All I know is that I'm not going to let anyone, especially him, steal her away from me.