Me: Making the beast with two backs. Poking-her-hontas. Jerking while she’s twerking. Bushwacking.
Marcus: You know you can call it fucking.
Me: Yeah, there’s that too. I get a feeling you’re going to be trouble, Pretty-Boy.
Marcus: I told you, you’re a magnet for trouble.
Me: Yeah, you did warn me.
Marcus: When will you be back?
Me: Tomorrow morning. I have a test tomorrow afternoon that I can’t miss.
Marcus: Can I pick you up from the airport?
Me: If you don’t mind. That would be great.
Marcus: Let me know what time your flight lands.
Me: I will.
Me: Thank you.
Marcus: For what?
Me: For being my friend.
Marcus: See you tomorrow.
Chapter 7
MARCUS
~The Mistake~
Since we’ve moved to New York, it’s become a ritual for Willow and me to have dinner together on Saturdays. Seeing as it was her turn last week, I’ve ordered Chinese for us.
Willow tried to give me cooking lessons once, which turned out to be a bad idea. I went a little overboard with the salt.
Jaxson and the rest of the guys all think we’re dating. No matter what I say, they don’t believe that we’re just friends.
We’ve grown close as friends, and I’ll even go as far as to admit that I’m falling in love with her, but that’s all it can be. The more I care for Willow, the more intense the fear gets. It’s weird; it’s as if it’s feeding off the feelings I have for her.
I never feel the fear when it comes to Jaxson. Maybe it’s because I know he’ll be able to fight me. Fuck, he’ll kick my ass.
But Willow… I’m stronger than her. If I ever lose it around her, she won’t be able to fight me off.
I have to protect her, and the only way I can is by keeping my distance. Knowing what I have to do, and actually doing it, are two different things.
I dread the day when she’ll walk in here and tell me she met the man of her dreams.
I thought it would get harder with time to stay friends with her, but it’s actually the opposite. Whatever time I spend with Willow is food for my soul. It keeps me going during the days I don’t see her.
It makes me want more.
More time with her.
The need to make her mine is wearing me down. Everything in me is screaming to claim her before some other fucker does.