Elena
My mom would be flying back tomorrow and I didn't know how I felt about that. Excited or nervous? I know I wanted to leave Marco's house so badly because I was afraid of giving in to the temptation. It eventually happened and I wanted more. I wanted to avoid him at the same time I wanted to see him. There's always this feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I see his face.
The roads were still under construction so Marco was the one who dropped me off in the morning. And he would pick me up after work. My phone buzzed with a text from him.
Marco: I'm outside.
Like someone afraid of missing a train, I quickly packed up my stuff, said goodbyes to my colleagues and made a rush out of the office. I slowed down my pace when I walked out and caught sight of Marco's car.
I cleared
