Marco sat on the sofa on the balcony looking at up the sky. Eyes dark, jaw tight. Becca had been dodging him for days now, ever since Laurent had that little chat with her.
Sure, this place was huge. Plenty of rooms to disappear into. But they were all locked on the same damn floor, so what was the point? She couldn't continue this forever. Every meal was the same rubbish. She'd sit there, avoiding his eyes and purposefully ignoring him, staring at her plate intently. He pondered whether to go meet her now that Laurent wasn't around or he should hold his peace.
Laurent was out doing whatever the hell Laurent did all day. Marco could go find her right now. Hash this out. Or he could sit here like an idiot, letting it eat at him.
His chest felt tight. God, he was pathetic. Falling for someone who'd never look at him the way he wanted. Someone who was probably laughing at him behind his back. But the matter of the heart can not be dictated, although controlled.
Nothing was going accord
