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𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄

The stress lines on Marcus'sforehead were so damn visible that even I was somewhat scared.

His face had gone from happy to sad within the snap of a finger, and the cause was something I was sure I'd never figure out.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, fear being the order of the say so fucking swiftly.

It was like the nerve controlling his speech to a vacation because I could see Marcus try to move his mouth, but fuck if a single word made its way out.

It felt as though something had told him that what we had last night wa fucked up and we weren't meant to be at all. I'd stop his brain from doing all that thinking.

"Baby?" I whispered into his ear before angling over so that my head was facing his chest, and I kissed the region that I felt beating--his heart.

Whatever spell was cast on him immediately turned into nothingness and it felt as though he'd resurrected from the dead like Jesus Christ. Thank heavens.

"It's just a whole lot of things going on, Monique