Red String Of Love

Chapter 7: Vows on Cement

A/N: Yeay! another chapter in! Well, school is starting in a day so update will be slow.

“Gumball.”

A soft kiss pressed against the corner of my mouth. It’s doesn’t feel strange but very familiar. I felt warm air against the nape of my neck before I felt another kiss.

The trail of kisses continued as I felt warm hands trace my skin.

“I’m sorry” a voice breathes

Hardness pressed against my crotch and a low moan escapes my lips.

I felt drowsy and mind was blank. Someone’s there. Someone’s touching me but I can’t summon the energy to shove them away.

“I’m so sorry, Bubbs.”

A blur of colors surrounded me. A pair of hands rested against my cheek and I felt smooth lips pressed against mine.

I blinked and an image comes to focus.

Marshall Lee, his eyes shined with unshed tears. He’s talking yet I couldn’t hear what he was saying, the only thing I could make out were,

“Please forgive me Gumball.” these four words echoed in my head making me wonder what was Marshall apologizing for.

Wait! Marshall?!

I sat up immediately only to find myself alone in my bedroom. I looked around; the room was bathed with early morning sunrise, and there was no sign of Marshall.

A dream. It was all a dream. But it felt so real…there’s no way.

I shifted in my position but stopped abruptly when I felt something sticky between my thighs.

“Oh glob no! Please no.” I groaned when I realized I just had a wet dream of Marshall.

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“ARGH! I cannot believe this! How could I…argh!” I growled

After changing my clothes I slipped back into my old routine of exercising. Before when I used to have wet dreams of Marshall a lot I always exercised, it helped in getting him off my mind and in getting me more focused on work.

“Why now?” I grumbled while doing sit-ups “I haven’t had such dreams in 7 years! So why now?”

I slumped back on the floor, my arms flapped on either side of me as I sighed helplessly. This isn’t working. He’s still in my head. I closed my eyes and the dream plays in my mind very vividly, and very clearly. My body tingled and I felt my crotch heat up remembering Marshall’s touch. Suddenly I realized I’m getting turned on which doesn’t make sense to me. I ripped my eyes open and pulled my body upwards. I need to jog.

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Jogging on auto pilot was a really bad idea, especially when you find yourself on the other side of town. I pulled my headphones off as I slowed down to a stop. It was very hot but I couldn’t complain much since it was the middle of July. The neighborhood looks familiar…maybe because I passed by here before I shrugged about to turn back around when something caught my eye. Feeling curious I slowly walked towards it and gasped when I realized what attracted my attention.

No…way

No way. No way. No way.

Down, carved on the sidewalk back when the cement was wet, were a heart and an arrow going through it. On one end the letters ML were written, on the other end PG. Below the heart was:

ML + PG = 4EVER

My breath hitched as I crouched down and slowly traced the carving. Why is it still here? There was no way this survived for 10 years! It’s just –