Arianna and Marcel lay in bed together exhausted after their "activity" in the bathroom. Marcel had proven over and over again his sexual prowess and she was too tired to find out more of what he had in store for her. So she snuggled up to his side, running her hand through his hair while he enjoyed the soothing sensation.
Marcel had to admit that Arianna provided the kind of peace he longed for and wouldn't mind returning to for the rest of her life. He was just afraid that... no, he wouldn't go there. He would enjoy this moment between them as much as he can and as long as it lasts. The future Marcel would worry about his future problems.
"So, are you going to tell me what happened to you now?" She urged him, her hand brushing across that wound on his face.
"Gang war," It was the same as the information he provided earlier.
"I need more information," She said to him, their gaze meeting.
Marcel sighed, "You're not going to like it."
