(Marcus’s POV)
I was in the bedroom when Bianca stormed in later, her face flushed with anger and hurt. She closed the door behind her a little too hard, the slam echoing through the room, and leaned against it, breathing heavily like she’d just run a marathon. Her robe was slightly disheveled, hair messy from whatever confrontation had gone down, and her eyes were red-rimmed from holding back tears or frustration.
“God, Marcus… that girl is going to drive me crazy,” she said, her voice cracking as she pushed off the door.
I sat up immediately on the bed and opened my arms. “Come here, babe.”
Bianca crossed the room quickly and collapsed into my lap, burying her face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her tight, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back while the other gently stroked
