Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 30

Mark was caressing me tenderly as I cuddled beside him on the couch. We weren't talking, we were just keeping each other company -that kind of company one can only make to certain kind of people.

Our kiss had been amazing, so magical that I felt Mark had taken me to the stars with it. That single kiss I had longed for since I could remember, lasted enough to free all those old feelings that I had started to lock away in my heart once Mark left the States. Those feelings struggled to be released from the moment in which Liz talked about moving to London. And that night they had successfully been set free.

"Watcha thinkin'?" I asked Mark when I noticed his gaze was lost in the burning fire as an almost indistinguishable cheeky smirk crossed his face.

"How weird everything is..." he started off softly and leaned back a bit as he turned to me frowning.

"Why?"

"The lads won't believe me when I tell them about you..."

"Oi... you shouldn't tell them about me... Why would you tell them? There's no need to---"

"Because...." he smiled "What reason would I have to smile like this every day? To feel nothing but anxiety until I see you again---"

"Well, you could just avoid smiling and---"

"What about Helen? How would I explain our break-up?"

"Woooooow... you didn't tell me that you were gonna leave her..."

"You seriously think I'll keep it going now that we---"

"Why not? I mean, it's not that we're dating or something..."

"Aren't we?" he frowned "I thought that I was pretty clear when I told you that I like you and that I'd do anything to know you better... And we kissed... didn't that mean anything to you?"

"No... I mean, yes... but you---" I trailed off not finding the right words to say... perhaps because there weren't any?

"Listen, Aimee... I'm not the kinda guy who does things behind someone's back... I hate lying and I hate it when people lie..."

"You don't like it..." I mumbled.

"No... I think that no-one likes to be lied to... Do you?"

"No..." I rolled my eyes.

"Let's suppose you're dating someone... would you like to find out that he cheated on you?"

"How much do I like him?"

"A lot... you're like--- in love with him..." he said seriously "In fact, you're about to marry him"

"Well, in that case methinks I wouldn't be happy to find out that the bastard lied to me..." I narrowed my eyes imagining that situation.