Chapter 33 No Turning Back Now
Chapter thirty-three
No Turning Back Now
Sophia
Avery pulls up at Marco’s house, getting out of the driver’s seat and rounding the car to open my door. I hesitate momentarily then step out into the frigid night. The sight of Marco leaning against the frame of the open door in all his gorgeous, freshly showered glory makes my breath hitch.
His long, strong legs are crossed at the ankle, making his muscular quads strain the fabric of his sweat pants.
It brings my attention to the star of his apology from our texts a few weeks ago.
Heat radiates through me at the possibility of finally feeling him sink into me.
His boxing-honed arms are folded over his chest, now thankfully covered.
I may have revisited the thirst-trap picture he sent me weeks ago for more solo missions than I’d like to admit.
It would seem I’ve developed quite the ink kink.
I’m not sure I can be trusted around this man shirtless.
Marco’s lips lift in lazy smirk. He knows me well enough to guess, I’m probably having a mini freak-out on the sidewalk.
I wrap my coat tighter around me before turning to Avery, who’s still standing behind me. “Thank you. For looking out for me and being there for him.”
“I don’t trust many people, but I trust him with my life.” His expression softens, and his lips tip into a knowing smile. “Enjoy your night, Sophia.”
Lifting his hand, Marco calls out. “Thanks, man. Log what we have. We’ll debrief tomorrow.”
Avery nods once, and leaves. Then it’s just me and him. The dark, icy night air surrounds us but does little to curb the crackle of electricity currently sparking.
I smile softly at Marco, but my feet are rooted to the spot.
I am hyper-aware that taking those few steps to close the distance between us will be life changing, crystallizing years of flirty words and stolen moments into a declaration of our true feelings.
I also know he’s leaving this decision entirely up to me.
I’m the one who asked for space, so now it’s up to me to choose him. To choose us.
“Can I help you? Are you lost?” he teases with a smirk. One that renders me speechless, because I know once I cross that line, there is no turning back.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, Kitten?” He dips his head so his eyes bore into mine, beckoning me with his pointer finger in a come hither motion. “I promise we don’t bite.”
Teenage Sophia would have died on the spot.
Ironically, twenty-five-year-old Sophia is close to doing just that, too.
I giggle nervously at his cockiness and slowly walk towards him, fidgeting with my coat.
Finally, I’m standing in front of the man I’ve always considered my personal version of heaven, except judging by his hungry expression, there’s more than a little devil in him too.
Reaching out to stroke my cheek gently with his thumb, green eyes twinkling, he whispers my words back to me. “You came.”