Chapter 10: Both of them

Marc slipped his hand from her cheeks to to back of her head, pulling her in. Without any hesitation, Lisa leaned in, letting him taste her. She sucked on his tongue and a wave of comfort washed over her. Marked traced his hand down to the small of her back, then to the side of her dress. Pulling the zipper down, he held her tightly as the dressed slipped between them to her feet, she stepped out of it, not letting of his mouth. She unbuttoned his shirt one at a time. Letting out a sigh of arousal, her back arched against the door, touching his shaft.

Marc, pulled her hair into a ponytail and continued to kiss her as his hands found her breast. The smell of her arousal sent him on unknown heights. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the living room, and placed her on the small dining table. She pulled him in with her legs, when they heard his phone ring in his pocket.

The ring made them both freeze in their spot. Without having to check, they knew who the caller was. Marc continued to look at Lisa ingnoring the call. She, however, was brought back to reality. This was her best friend’s husband. She didn’t just kiss him. Here she was, on top of a table, in her panties, with her legs around him. This was not the plan when she invited him to her apartment. She pulled herself up and without saying a word, jumped away from him. She could break into tears at any point. Guilt engulfed her.

“Please, answer the call.” She managed holding her tears back.

Marc stood without words. A fearsome image flashed before him. It was Tobias. What would he do if he found out. A shiver of fear ran down his spine.

Lisa sensed his discomfort. ‘Ofcourse, he feels guilt. We were about to do something aweful. Erica doesn’t deserve it.’ A part of her didn’t want to admit. It. She wanted him to respond further, towards her. But if she let herself accept it, she’d be hurting everyone. Why did it have to be him. Why did he have to be the first person she ever kissed.

“I’ll shower and change, five minutes.” She ran to her bedroom in haste. Marc stood there as if his legs couldn’t take his body’s weight. He placed his hand onto the table for support.

“Hello….” He answered the phone when it rang the second time.

“What took you so long? I am done setting everything up. Bring her over soon. Oh. She’s going to love it. Where are you guys?”

“Her apartment. She wanted to get changed. Something about the shoes.”

“Oh Poor L. Always uncomfrotable in heels. Alright, step on the gas and come here quick. I can’t wait to show her what I’ve prepared. See you both soon.”

Her apartment. He was here. Alone with her. They just kissed. She let her guard down for once and let herself be vulnerable in his arms.

His senses were heightned and through the chaos, he heard running water. The sound soothed his senses. He looked inthe direction of this sound. Her bedroom. She was in the shower. Without thinking much, he took slow, steady steps towards her.