We sat on the ledge together. At first, nothing was said. It was a bitter, yet vague silence that consumed the two of us, but I wanted to talk to him. But before I could say anything, Marco had beat me to it.
"Hi."
I looked over at him. "Hello." Once I said that, he slouched heavily, more relaxed. He kept his eyes staring into the far end of peripheral view of Los Angeles, but I stared directly at him. "I'm sorry."
Again, bitter silence.
"I haven't been completely honest with you, Marco." I blurted. Was I ready to say how I feel? I thought.
He raised an arched eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
I sucked in a deep breath. "You wanted to talk about it, right?" I mumbled. "So I'll admit everything. In all honesty, I hated the fact that you brought the fight towards you and you got hurt. I fuckng hated it. But you saved me. You saved me, Marco. And all I did was say nothing."
"Correction," he said, raising a finger up to the sky. "I kicked Tarvis's ass and THEN saved you."
"And what you did after that...."
He finally glanced at me. "What I did? I don't regret it. Even if you don't feel the same way, I will never take that back."
I looked at a building a couple blocks down. I watched the sun peek over it as it started to fall. "I don't regret it either." By then, my heart was racing. I wasn't sure whether to look to keep looking straight or at Marco. I wanted to see his facial expression, but I could practically feel it before it formed in his face.
"I know. I saw how you reacted after the kiss."
I blinked twice and cracked a smile. "Was I that obvious?"
He chuckled softly, making light of the conversation. "Clearer than glass, Daniella." And with that, I felt a soft hand take mine. His fingers locked together with tattooed ones, forever keeping it there. He squeezes it enough to make me blush, but I withheld my emotions inside and returned the squeeze.
"I like you too." I said, keeping my eyes forward. It was more than just a liking, but I took it slow. I just held his hand.
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Hey Beautiful Monsters! Sorry it is a short update but Writer's Block has been hitting me hard! Hope to get out it soon and write more!
Love,
Lynnie
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