Marco’s POV
Shocked. Terrified…
Watching Elara’s pretty face turn paper white as she was drenched in horror, I read off her reactions, unable to place the last emotions that lingered.
Guilt?...
“Are you- are you stalking me?”
Sweet and seductive, just as I remembered, her voice trembling voice betrayed the last straw of her confidence.
With each step I took towards her, she pulled backward, and the rough click of her heels scrapped the tarred road.
She gasped when kissing her back and kissed the high wall of an already closed mall. Her small fingers laced in anxiety and her eyes widened as I approached her.
I leaned forward, towering my huge frame over her petite ones. My outstretched hand pressed to the wall, above her head. “Is that one of your fetish?”
This time, I half-
