Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 46

Angie's POV

“You're just so fucking perfect Angie..." Mark whispered into my ear and kissed my lips as he pulled out of me.

He had just made me go through the most magical experience of my life, the one I had longed for since the moment we kissed goodbye out of his hotel in New York, back in the middle of the 90s. And even though I was just a teenager then, I knew that what he made me feel that night was real love.

"Aimee..." he corrected himself quickly and kissed me once more, probably hoping that I hadn't realized his slip of the tongue.

At that moment I sighed and nodded, rolling over to a side, thinking that the right moment to tell him the truth was that one. But, just in the same way I had avoided every other moment during which I could've been true to him, I just repressed my words and closed my eyes.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be sleeping for I wanted the past twelve years to be a dream. I wanted everything I had gone through since Mark left to be a dream. I wanted to open my eyes again and see Liz's face looking down at me, frowning and hurrying me cuz we were going to be late for work - as usual. And that afternoon I would meet Mark for the first time at Mr. Deluca's store. And we would make out. And after we had gone out, I'd have told Mark that I wanted him to stay. I would've avoided that way, going through all those hurtful situations which left scars not only on my body but also in my heart. Those ugly scars which reminded me of the painful decisions I had made every time I glanced at them...

But when I opened my eyes, none of that happened. Instead of seeing Liz's angry face, I saw Mark's wardrobe. He was lying beside me, awake, moving on the bed, probably as confused as I was, thinking about something which worried him. I breathed deep and wished he had never called me by my real name just when I felt a tear escaping my eye.

Why did I want him not to call my name? Why had I carried on with my life, making not just Mark believe I was Aimee, but convincing everyone else too? I wondered when was the exact occasion during which I should've told him the truth - why had I let that moment escape my grip? Now it was not just Mark that I had been lying to, but also his closest friends, his colleagues... those who were now my work partners.

Mark got up and walked towards the bathroom. I had a deep intake of breath and covered my face with my hands. I was overwhelmed with a mixture of sadness and joy to think clearly. How was everything going to be now? I had opened my heart to Mark, little by little. I had told him something not even my best friend knew... that no-one had owned neither my body nor my heart since the last time he touched me - twelve years ago.

I heard Mark turning the shower on - what was I supposed to do when he came back to the room? Was I supposed to smile at him and pretend nothing but sex had happened? I couldn't keep lying to him - I couldn't keep that charade going on... I quickly got out of bed and dressed, ready to leave his house.

I needed to be away from that situation - it had all gone too far and I couldn't take it any longer...

Mark's POV

"Aimee..." I instantly corrected myself and kissed her lips once more, wishing truly that she was still too overwhelmed with the sensations of what we had both experienced "You're perfect love..."

"Yeah..." she sighed and rolled to a side, turning her back on me.

What had crossed my mind to say Angie's name at that very exact moment, I wondered as I turned my head to see what Aimee was doing. I knew that they didn't get along anymore - why did I have to say her name then? Why was she on my mind every time I closed my eyes and felt Aimee's kiss over me? Wasn't the woman I was with the one I had said I was falling for?