Marley felt like her heart was being trampled on at the same time as it swelled with affection. It was a strange contradiction, but it was probably the least confusing thing that she has felt about him for the last two weeks. She watched him lift a hand to run it through his soft, dark brown hair, and the hormones added themselves to her messed up feelings already. She could only watch, only stare dreamily at his gorgeous bicep muscles, her eyes trailing over the defined ridges of his chest that she could see from the flatness of his black shirt. Her breathing hitched when her eyes locked on the sliver of skin that was revealed with the rising of his shirt - like it always is, but she never learns her lesson anyway. Marley scanned over his toned v-line for a quick few seconds before she ca
