“You good?” he asked.
I blinked, turning my head to him.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “Yeah. Just so busy with other shit I can’t focus on this.”
His eyebrow cocked. “This being…”
Shit. Wrong time to say that.
“These onsite tours and showcases. I just… have other things on my mind and I can’t get distracted with influencers right now.”
He studied me for a second longer than necessary, then nodded.
“Yeah,” he said, dragging it out slightly. “I was just thinking once this thing takes off, maybe it’s time we hire a marketing manager or something.”
“Maybe,” I replied, though my mind wasn’t even on that.
It was on something else.
“Still,” he shoved his hands in his pants. “It’s your responsibility so, see it through and try to be positive.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Will do.”
The showcase movedin slow motion.
People were walking through the space, talking, observing, asking questions. Some had notebooks, others had tablets and a few had cameras.
It’s official.
I was one step closer to turning this shed from a project to a reality. I should’ve been in it.
Instead, I stayed quiet.
I nodded when spoken to, letting Marlon take the lead. If he noticed, he didn’t call it out. We moved through the space together. He explained logistics and I filled in where needed, pointing out design choices with the experience we wanted guests to have.
It should’ve felt like a win but my mind kept circling back.
If I love him… I’m sure he loves me.
That sounded stupid now with his cum dripping down my legs. Lavender was right about Marlon’s lifestyle. I don’t think this is love. I knew I said that earlier, but it didn’t even feel real coming out my mouth.
It felt like I just needed a word and grabbed the first one that sounded serious enough. But this ain’t soft like love should be.
It ain’t safe.
It’s just confusing as hell. I feel… caught up. Like I woke up in something that got a hold on me and now I don’t know how to back out.
Or if I even wanted too.
What really worried me was how much I thought about him. Not even in a cute way.
In a way that had been throwing me off my game. I couldn’t even focus on my own event long enough to participate.
I caught myself watching him, waiting to see how he was gonna act next. That wasn’t me before I met him. But with him, I didn’t know which part of me was real anymore and I didn’t like that.
On the other hand though… he did things that don’t line up with that at all.
Like the way he checked on me without making a big deal out of it. He took care of me as needed, way more than my father expected. He didn’t have to do that. Nobody ever does that without wanting something back, especially when it’s casual and ending in a few weeks. But Marlon never expected anything in return for his actions.
