Chapter 21. Lost Dreams

“Marcus, please,” she murmured at last, just as his lips grazed her soft lower lip in a feather-soft touch. She herself did not know what exactly she was pleading with him for, to be kissed or not to be kissed. Marcus stilled on hearing her whisper out his name. It sounded very intimate, almost like an endearment.

He closed his eyes for a split second to calm himself and then abruptly released her, striding off towards his closet. Cara stared at the rippling muscles on his back, suddenly missing the warmth of his touch.

She slowly dragged herself towards the door, feeling a little disappointed by his dismissal. A tiny part of her had wanted him to kiss her. She had wanted to experience how it felt to be passionately kissed by someone. Not by anyone else, but Marcus Donnelly.

Marcus scowled more, and a frustrated grunt escaped his mouth, on hearing the click of the door shutting behind him. She had escaped again. Would she return tomorrow or would she leave his work