“You made it as far as Mexico.” Marcus said looking at me in the old brown sheet of a horrid Mexican hotel in the downtown area of Cancun.
He had placed either of his elbows on his knees in a sexy lean. He was wearing a light white silk shirt with black buttons undone at the top that showed the gorgeous contours of his peck muscles. Black pants and that all too familiar black and silver belt. His sleeves were rolled up on either side to the muscle of his forearm. My stomach drops as I feel that pinch of desire rush up my core. I am so pleased to see him alive, and want nothing more than to be in those arms.
But that is not the case. Remember what you have done, I tell myself. He thinks you deceived him. He thinks you betrayed him.
“I did.” I whispered feeling my entire body
