Why did he think something like that?
Mark was everything that had put her broken pieces together. He had never wavered in the last year.
Never.
Why was she just now seeing this side to him?
And why did it hurt so bad to know that he could think something like that? That he could think that she would leave him.
Then again, she hadn’t gotten a chance to really let him know how she felt.
Maybe she wasn’t the only one worried about them.
Her door opened and she turned to see Mark standing there watching her warily. As if he was readying himself for her to jump out of the truck and take off.
She turned her legs, widening them as she reached forward and pulled him toward her, his eyes widening the only sign that he was surprised by her gesture.
She was as well.
Being forward wasn’t something that she had thought she would ever do, or would ever have the chance for that matter. But she was learning that being with Mark was a safe place.
Her safe space.
She reached up and ran her finger over his eye, letting it drop, following the path with her eyes till her fingers were threaded in his belt loops. Both of their breathing coming faster, the sound the only thing between them.
“I’m not the only one worried about stuff am I?” she whispered, looking up into his blue eyes again.
“No, little bird, you’re not,” he whispered, as he leaned in, his lips gently brushing against hers leaving that delicious fire in its wake.
A fire that she loved.
A fire that was addictive.
He shifted in toward her, his hands coming up, as if reaching for her, till a shrill whistle cut through the air.
“Get some man!” A loud voice sounded out.
Both her and Mark’s heads spun to see a group of teenagers, laughing and pointing at them, while they stumbled toward a lone car parked away from the building.
Mark’s body went visibly tight, and alarm filled her as his face shifted with something she hadn’t ever seen from him before.
It was like thunder and anger.
But it was also more.
His body jerked as if to go after them, and it jolted her out of her head. Quickly leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around him.
“Hey. It’s fine. They’re just kids,” she said, watching him warily, but even though he had stopped moving away, his head was still turned toward the kids that were now watching them, their smiles gone, a look of worry on all of their faces.
“I don’t care what they are. Need to keep their eyes to themselves,” Mark muttered, and she had a hard time not flinching at the menace pouring off of him.
“Mark?” she asked when he still didn’t look at her.
“What?”
“Mark look at me!” His body twitched at her tone, and it was her turn to frown at him.
What was his deal?
