I felt that in mycoochietoo.
I pressed my lips together again and did as told.
“Fuck,” he went back to muttering, lifted the remote, andstarted the movie again.
As I told him, within minutes,Ouiserand Clairee ripped the lid off.
Even so, Marcus didn’t let me go.
He kept hold of me.
And he didn’t stop.
Not for the whole rest of the movie.
We stood in my open doorway.
Marcus was leaving.
I was marveling at the fact that at his texted command,Marcus’s men showed, cleared everything, even to the point of cleaning theflutes and putting the plates in the dishwasher (but even if they clearedeverything, they put the extra bottle of Dom in the fridge and left theflutes).Then they took off leaving Marcus and me at the door.
I was also marveling at the fact that Marcus didn’t mindthat I rewound to the locker room scene (and played it twice).
Since my mind was otherwise occupied, it came as a surprisewhen his hand fell light as it cupped my cheek.
My body jerked and my eyes darted up to his.
“Please don’t touch me.”
His hand dropped away but this time he didn’t move away.
He shifted closer.In my space.Not threatening.Not pushy.Just…there.
“Have you talked to someone?”he asked gently.
“I’mtalkin’ to you now,” Ipointed out.
“About what happened to you, honey.”
I looked to the side.
“Please, darling, look at me.”
I pressed my lips together, drew in breath through my nose,and looked up at him again.
“You need to talk to somebody,” he urged.
“I’mdoin’ a-okay,” I shared.
“You have trouble with me touching you.”
“You find that surprising?”I asked a little sarcastically.
“No.My fear is that, if you don’t speak to someone aboutit, you won’t be able to get past it.”
I shook my head.“Had a lot of shit happen to me in my life,sugar.This is just another load a’ shit Igottagetaround.And make no mistake, like all the others, I’ll get around this.”
His brows went up.“And it’s necessary for you to do it onyour own?”
