Amaya cursed at herself as she traces her swollen lips, I can’t believe I let him kiss me… she shut her eyes as she slides down on the cold floor, his pleading voice calling out to her ended a few minutes ago, letting her breathe normally.
The moment his lips met hers, she felt the zap, the warmth of his figure holding her but also the recollection to that fated night, I permitted him, I told him and I let him… oh my god, one kiss and I remembered…
“Mmmm, wait, my heels,” Marc’s lips left hers, bending down to help her out of them, pushing both of their shoes away, he wasted no time as he pulled her back to him. Leaning her against the wall, Marc mumbled for her to wrap her legs around him and she obliged.
He leads her upstairs, making sure not to bump into anything as he didn’t bother
