Mark Me

Better Make Sure: 13

         

         Tugging Tyler along with me, I finally settled his hand to the side of his body, pleased with where I had led us. We were in the furthest room, from the dinning room, on the first story of my father's home. Just out of ear shot. I looked up at Tyler and took a step back. I didn't bring him here to spend time, 'Emma, remember you brought him here to see if he was being paid to like you, don't get distracted!' I motivated myself silently.

           While my pep-talk, I never noticed the long fingers gliding across my skin of my arm, until the shock waves shot all the way to my core. Well, this isn't normal, nothing is normal about our relationship. Humph, if that's what you call it.

          "Tyler, stop. We have to talk, don't distract me." My whine filled the room, of course I didn't want him to stop, his sexy fingers touching my bareskin was making my daydream an 'Oh too sweet' dream, but he needs to answer my questions before he's even coming near this cookie. This Jar has been closed for a long time and it'll take more than just sweet talking me to get what he wants.

Stepping put of his reach again, I look at him, making the most serious eyes I can manage, damn his cuteness.

          "Is my dad paying you to be with me, be honest." The word fell off my lips. His face dropped and his eyes met mine. He shoved me hard against the closest wall and lifted me, connecting our lips. He kissed me deep as my hands traveled to his locks. I tugged and pulled him closer. He was tasted intoxicating. I needed him. He was delicious.

            Without warning my feet connected with the floor and Tyler was no longer one with me.

            "Woah, He better be paying you a lot." I said as I steady myself. His hands gripped my upper arms and his fingers tightened.

             "No money in the world could cover my love for you. He isn't paying, this is just our bond!" He let go of me and turned. Definitely need to stop pissed him off.

              "Tyler, I had to make sure.." I got in arms reach and palmed his back pushing him to turn to me. "I don't want to fall for you, Tyler unless it's the real deal." Turning to me he wrapped his arms around my waste and hugged me tightly. 

            "Okay," he exhaled, "'Make sure' all you need, but this is the real deal." I felt his smile against my neck. I hope this is real. I hope this isn't a mistake. I hope I can love him after all of this. "I love you."

             "Better to make sure," we both laughed and headed straight back to dinning room. So glad that's done.