I laughed at what I heard from grandmother as I walked up the stairs. The door of the room did not open as it opened on its own and Marco exposed himself to me. He bit the lip that looked at me. He grabbed the mug and pulled me inside.
He dropped the small food on the table and pulled me into a hug.I could still feel the wetness in his body and his rocky muscles. The smell of him.
"I'm sorry. I have no choice but to bring her here because of the rain." he immediately justified as I massaged my hair.
"It's okay! What the hell is she?" .I asked immediately. He pulled me and faced him as he sat on the bed. I stood in front of him. He grabbed my waist and he stroked it down to my legs. I bit my lip so hard.
"My. . . I don’t know what are we before. " was his brutal answer but it seemed like I didn't have it because my attention was on his touch.
"I'm sorry. I'm not crazy about her like I'm crazy about you."
I nodded again and smiled.
"I don't like her Marco.”