Nothing But A Fling

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

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Marcus

There was a burning need for her presence to last forever with her in his arms except it was only a fling.