Nothing But A Fling

Nothing But A Fling

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He threw it back, walking to stand in front of me, it was loose, the folds coming undone. I picked it up, ignoring his presence towering above me. I unfolded it properly and ran a glance at it. It was a sketch. A sketch of two lovers, a bit odd as the woman's hair entangled both of them together as they floated underwater, kissing. "This could be us, but you are too stubborn to let it happen." He pulled me by my shoulder to his chest. I could hear his enamoured breathing, his orbs swirling with brown streaks and speckles. His index finger softly caressed my jaw, forcing my head to look up at him. "It's late. You need to sleep," he said softly, causing my heart to stir. I stayed still, looking at him with distrust, and he groaned, "Fine, I will make sure I keep to my side of the bed." "You won't also initiate anything between us. Say that, then I can believe you." He looked at me for a moment, and I believed he was about to concur with those words, but I was wrong. This man had me up in the air, leaving me no choice but to hold him for support. "Marcus!" I gasped. "You see why I can't trust you." He smiled in pure mischief. He gently lowered me onto the bed but leaned over. His fingers trailed my thighs gently, and I melted under his touch. "What are we, Juliette?" He asked, and for the first time, my heart paused for a brief moment. I forgot to breathe, and my mind went suddenly blank *** Marcus There was a burning need for her presence to last forever with her in his arms except it was only a fling.
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Watching Anna, she was actually down stairs sipping water quietly. I couldn't help but stare at her. Her usually midnight drink. "Thirsty." "Oh, uncle you startled me." She had backed away from me as I tried to touch her. I had been needing her touch more and more. "Why are you so afraid of me?" "What are you talking about?" She nervously giggled as she crept backwards. "I have notice a few things and well you cower at my touch. Tell me Anna, do I frightened you?" Have I in someway? I wondered. "No, uncle," she stepped closer to me pressing her palm on my chest proving that she is not the least bit frightened. "You don't scare me one bit." Her lips were smiling but her eyes had told me a different story. "The prove it." I was now leaning as she had licked her own lips. Fuck I want to taste those lips. "How." Her breath sent me shivers down my core. Further leaning in, I pulled her closer, my hand now firmly on her back as my lips made contact with hers. She hesitated at first, I could feel she was withdrawn but that didn't stop me from taking what I wanted. Kissing her made me forget. I know I shouldn't but I wanted to forget what I had lost. Is it wrong of me to think like that? But this kiss felt so right. Why? She felt perfect beneath me. At that moment I wanted more, I wanted everything she would give me. I wanted her. "What the fuck is going on here." The lights instantly turned on revealing a very pissed of Megan. "Megan I can explain." "How, when I just witness you kissing the one who had killed our child." ***** Do you believe in soul mate because we are destined to be with that one person that makes us whole....

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