Like Dark Chocolate (Chocolate #1)

M A R K E D

But it wasn't enough, three hours and almost thirty minutes with him by my side made me anxious. Being apart all those days made me miss him and now with this thing in the middle that only allowed our hands to touch made me some kind of angry. I sulked for more than an hour when I was reminded of seating properly inside the aircraft whenever I tried to lean towards him. Now I sat looking through the window watching the white clouds go by, his hand had unknotted the bun I had on top of my hair and played with a few strands of my curls while he read something on his computer, I heard the taps on the keyboard, the murmur of the people around us and the engines of the plane, even in first class they made themselves be heard.

A few more hours and I will be home, back to my normal life. I still had the weekend to complete the manuscript and give the teacher my thoughts about it; it lay within the backpack at my feet. Just a few days away simple life and now I had someone beside me that made my skin burn with need; the last kiss we shared was still alive on my lips. I tried to talk but anything that escaped my lips was too scandalous for the present crowd, in my head, I still had the image of him on top of me and the consequences weren't visible to the naked eye but I was aware of something happening between my legs, my panties were soaked and it hurt, the way it does when you want someone too much. I don't know whether he was aware of it or not but we I moaned low when he kissed me he looked at me and pushed me back to my seat and hadn't touched me again.

"You're quiet." His voice woke me out of my thoughts. I nodded but refused to look back to him, it was enough for me to feel him around me, and his mere presence was intoxicating enough. "Talk to me."

"What do you want me to say?" I turned to see him now. His face was closer to me now. He was resting his head on his hand lazily. He shrugged and pulled me closer by a chunk of hair that he had wrapped around his fist, it seem to be like that, pulling my hair when I didn't want to comply.

"Anything."

"Anything," I repeated, I wanted to taste his humor but he didn't even smile.

"Not funny."

Right then a woman dressed in a tight dress with a wide smile stopped beside him and asked if he wanted anything. He turned to her without even releasing me and proceeded to start a conversation about what they had to drink. I watched her flirt with him swaying her body and laughing at his jokes about wine, I don't even enjoy wine so might as well let them have their lovely moment. I yanked my hair out of his hand and started to accommodate my seat leaning it back as far as it allowed and covered myself with the blanked I had asked for previously. I turned towards my left side giving him a good look of the back of my head and closed my eyes. I had every intention of sleeping but the hand that sneaked under the blanket and grabbed my thigh startled me.

I looked over my shoulder but he appeared as if nothing had happened with his eyes to the front and a glass with some red liquid I assumed was the wine he had asked the flight attendant for, I tried to move his hand away from my body but the put double the amount of force I applied to his hand to his grip on me. He was a grown man but I discovered then what a child he could be, he couldn't be denied to what he wanted and here I was fighting with him at 30,000 feet above in the air. If he kept this on I was going to be bruised and marked in the form of a hand. I resigned and moved my hand again from his and waited, he'd get tired sooner or later.

"Stop being difficult and..." an announcement on the speakers interrupted him. Something about some space turbulence. I hugged myself tighter and scooted farther from him. I wasn't mad but he was being weird. It must be the fact that I hardly knew him, I mean I knew him in the biblical sense, I knew him in bed and sexting but not like this. What I had learned in these few hours together: he was demanding, wanted all my attention and liked to know I was right beside him at all times, and he liked to touch me, all the time, even when I didn't want to be touched he was insistent about it and it happened when there weren't people around or any eyes watching us. That was how we spent the entire flight; right after he went for my hand I doze off and slept the last length of it with my back to him and my hand in his.