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eath as Marco's hand slid off my neck, he purposefully let it slide down my body as he pulled

able when he slid his hand under my shoulder and helped me sit up. His hand was warm and surprisingly smooth. "Who brought up th

ying before now. I flinched and turn

o the floor. The b*st*rd was smiling

t to thank her and introduce myself, and I could see she was new." He paused, I imagined hi

om the pool table, slowly, shakily. Christiano shrugged his suit jacket off an

how of submission, or if he was opening up the field in challenge. "You know me, you know I'm

and pulled me to him, forcing my head into his chest and

e head. If I had known this was how it was going to end, I wouldn't have gone along with this whole 'charade' for this long. After all of this, I was going to die an

a

ng out anywhere or the world closing in on me... in fact... I could still hear my pulse pounding in my ears, I could still feel the warmth of his hand on the back of my neck, my cheek still throbbing with pain. It took my mind a few embarrassing moments befo

, his hand on my neck was almost a sign of... endearment, prote

His voice was loud, and it carried strongly across the quiet room. He looked all around the

s gun back in the holster as voices began exchanging conversations and laughs, drinks were served and asses were slapped. I lifted my head only slightly and looked at his chest in front of me. I wa

d to see him."

at the wrinkles in his shirt. I'd never seen his shift wrinkled. Never. My fingers felt stiff, my che

going to

s undoubtedl

behind the kneels, scooping me up into

Slumped on the ground, in a large pool of blood, his nice suit ruined. I was grat

ked. He took me through the kitchen first, asking a male cook for a bag of ice. He gave him a bag of frozen peas instead, but Christiano didn't argue about i

trailed on from the closet and then eme

manner, I was so over the acting, and so exha

help getting it on? What are the extent of your i