Marc had never felt such happiness with the opposite s*x. He had been in a few relationships in his twenties and before Amaya came, he had given up the idea of it. Hannah had crushed him with her betrayal and he was fine with changeable woman each night.
“What are you thinking about?” Marc was back in the present when Amaya kissed his chest and prop her chin up. Her eyes shine with happiness mirroring his. “Mainly you… I like what we have right now… but if I'm being honest, I love it,” she smiles at his response. Her fingers trace his lower lips lightly.
“I’m happy… I thought I knew what happiness was… but with you… it’s different,”
They both had changed. She seemed a lot brighter than when they first met. And Marc? He felt himself growing mature as he learns to love her.
Love? he aske
