It was another long day of work. I was exhausted. The project that Marcel and I were working on was so time consuming. He managed to get the day off so he could spend it with Ayden. He sent me pictures throughout the day of them having fun. I wished I could've been with Ayden today....with Marcel. I didn't know what to do. The situation we were in five years ago drove us apart. I didn't want to go through that again. I didn't want Ayden to either. Marcel seemed happy with Missy. I didn't want to come between them. I refused to be that girl. When I got to my flat, I changed and headed upstairs. Marcel texted me and told me that he and Ayden were playing at his flat. I knocked on his door and Marcel answered it. "Hey." He said when he opened it. "Hey." I replied. Wow, we sure knew how to have a conversation. "Mommy!" I heard Ayden exclaim. He ran towards me and I picked him up. "Did you have a good day today?" I asked him. He nodded, "Mar said we are gonna watch movies tonight." I looked over at Marcel. "We wanted to know if you would join us." Marcel said to me. "Uh are you sure about that?" I asked. "Mommy please!" Ayden pouted his lips. He knew I couldn't resist his pouting. "Fine." I said and Ayden gave me a hug. I went into Marcel's living room and put Ayden on the couch. "You guys want popcorn?" Marcel asked us. We both told him yes and he went into the kitchen to make some. Ayden picked out the Toy Story movies for us to watch. Once everyone was ready, we put Ayden in the middle so he could sit by the both of us. Marcel put his arm around Ayden and his hand was near my arm. During the movie he kept tracing circular patterns on my arm. It was giving me goosebumps. Then he moved his arm so it was behind Ayden and me. His hand was on my shoulder and then he started to massage my neck. Thankfully Ayden fell asleep during the movie. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I muttered as I quickly got off of the couch and went to the bathroom. I closed the door and took a deep breath. I hated the effect Marcel had on me. It was like he had me wrapped around his pinky finger. I just had to control my urges to kiss him. I couldn't get his pink full lips out of my mind. Someone knocked on the bathroom door and I opened it. Marcel stood there. "Are you okay?" He asked me. "Uh yeah, I just needed to wash my hands they were sticky." I lied. He chuckled, "You are a terrible liar." I scoffed, "No, I'm not." "I can always tell when you are lying, (Y/n)." He stated. "How?" I asked him. He moved a little closer to me, "Well, sometimes you bite your bottom lip." He placed his hand on my cheek and I felt his thumb run across my bottom lips. "And other times, you look away." He said. I had to tear away from his gaze but he made me look at him again. "Why do you get so nervous around me?" He asked. "I don't know." I replied. I felt his arm snake around my waist as our bodies were pressed against each other. I wanted to kiss him so bad. He lowered his head near mine and I felt my heart rate pick up. "Do you want to kiss me?" He asked me huskily. "No." I lied. "Such a liar." He smirked. Then he pressed his lips against mine roughly. Looks like I'm that kind of girl.
