The Beginning of What Will Be

Eight

Yes I know it's literally been like almost 2 years but here we go, picking up where we left off! (:

          "Mark... I'm not so sure this is a good idea..." I start to say. He looks at my red face, and smiles. "And why not Bri?" I tell him that we are moving fast and his family and fans may not appreciate it. "Bri let me tell you something. I haven't looked at a girl the way I look at you in a long time. I know there's a quite a bit of difference in age and all, but we can make it work, if that's what you want." I think about it for a moment.

     I genuinely can't understand why I'm the person that Mark suddenly has an interest in. He smiles at me nervously, and all I can think about is kissing those lips again. "Kiss me again." He smiles at me, cups my face, and kisses me. I feel his lips on mine, moving passionately against mine. I feel him smile onto my lips, and smile back, causing us to stand there and laugh and kiss clumsily. He puts his arm around my waist, bringing me closer, and kissing me more passionately than before. Our smiles so fade, leaving us to breathe harder against each other. 

     Only when I hear his nephew knocking on e door, do I realize that we need to face the world. He releases his grip on my waist, and smiles against my lips again. He bring his lips to my forehead, allowing us to both catch our breaths. "Was that as  nice for you as it was for me?" I nod shyly. 

     "Uncle Mark, come out already! Breakfast is ready and everyone is here to see you! And Grandma said you better come out soon!" I look to him with my eyebrows raised. "She doesn't mean it like that," he explains chuckling. I sigh in relief. 

     We walk out, giddy from moments before. "Good morning mom," he says planting a kiss on her cheek. "Goodmorning son. Good morning, Sabrina," she greets, embracing me. "Did you guys sleep alright?" I nod, just as he does. "What are the plans for today, Mark?" I ask shortly. He whispers to me, telling me that we are going to get a hotel room. He doesn't want to stay with his mother wit me, he wants us to have our own space to talk. I text back: "No. You're not paying that much for that Mark." Knowing that he would get a better and highly priced hotel room. He smiles, and replies, "if I didn't have the money for it, I wouldn't insist on doing it." 

     He explains to his mother what we are doing and soon after, we are packing our bags.he leans over his bag, and plants a quick kiss on my cheek. I blush, and look at him to find him smiling at me. I lean in just as he does, and he kisses me directly on the lips.

     I cup his face and try to bring him closer as if it's possible. He sighs against my lips, and kisses me harder. He climbs over the suitcases, and envelops me in his arms. We lay like that on the bed, for a while kissing, catching our breaths, kissing some more. He stops, and looks me in the eyes. "Don't leave me, Bri."