Arianna didn't feel pity for Marcel, but rather a knot of anxiety at the thought of the amount of destruction she was capable of wreaking in his life. And the feeling that she might just end up hurting him in the quest for answers made her sick to the stomach.
She covered his palm on her cheek with her smaller one and reminded him, "Well, I'm here, aren't I?
"Yeah, you are." He said.
"And I'm not going anywhere," She promised.
"Yeah, you are not going anywhere," He would make sure of it.
Marcel smiled at her and she smiled back, his gaze flickering down to her luscious lips and the space became heated.
"I want to kiss you." He sought permission.
"What are you waiting for?" She didn't want him to ask, but rather to take what he wanted.
