“Slightly cowering away from him. My eyes stretched wide on alert as his face twists through a series of varied emotions.
Confusion and anger are quickly replaced by pain. Such deep pain that I almost want to take him in my arms except I'm frozen like a petrified rabbit in headlights.
Ravaged by need for him jostling alongside fear and most brutal of all-envy. Killer envy.
I could kill that girl, that's how bad I want him to myself. I'm not going to share him with another woman no matter how swamped with desire I am. And the flare of fury when I revision him stroking and pinching that girl's lips on the film incinerates me. Detecting the rage in my hardened face, Mark seems to collapse a little in his huge chest.
“You're leaving,” he states simply, in a voice of resignation.
“It's time for me to get back to my real life,” I say, managing to quash the tremor but not the livid need to squash something.
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