Page 4 of Marco's Girl


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Dr. Ward sighs, and I know he isn’t convinced, but he gestures toward the doors. “By all means.”

“Thank you,” she says and allows me to lead her away from Trent and his pack of hyenas.

Once we’re in the hall, she pulls her hand from mine. “You, um, don’t have to take me to lunch. It’s okay.”

I flex my fingers, wanting her palm back in mine. “Aren’t you hungry?” I move toward her.

She doesn’t back away, but leans back a little to hold my gaze. “I am, but I …” Twisting her fingers together, she looks down.

“What’s wrong?” I tilt her chin up, her skin soft beneath my fingertips. Touching her like this is so personal, too familiar for someone I just met—but it feels right, all the same.

“I only have enough for the school lunch.” Her cheeks flush a pretty pink. “So I can’t just …” She shrugs. “Sorry.”

“That’s what’s wrong?” I take her hand again. “Don’t worry. Come on, babydoll, I got you.”

Damn, this girl drips with innocence. Why do I want to taste it so badly? Her pink lips are right there for the taking. But rushing this would end it before it started. And the more I look at her, the more I want to know her, to get her story. So, instead of caging her against the lockers and seeing if she tastes as sweet as she looks, I pull her gently down the hall and out into the sunny day.

She keeps her hand in mine, and when I look at her again, a bright smile graces her lips and makes something inside my chest go tight and warm.

That’s when I know I’ve fucked up. Because this feeling? It’s too good to last.

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