In The Arms Of An Angel
Chapter 8
The girl bolted right up and hugged him. "Don't let me die! Don't le me
die!" she screamed, clutching onto his black shirt. Her face was buried in
his chest, her tears soaking the fabric of the coat.
Mark wrapped his arms around her instinctively. "I won't let you die," he
reassured her, stroking her back. She smells wonderful, he thought to
himself as he inhaled the girl's scent. Then he heard her sobbing again.
Focus, Feehily! Stop smelling her and focus on her! The voice in his mind
shrieked.
He loosened her grip to see her face but she won't let him. "Please," she
said in a rough voice. "Just hold me. Please," a gentle benediction that he
accepted. He held her close to him, as close as it can get. He let her cry.
He didn't say a word, he just hugged her. What could possibly be happening?
He asked himself. Why is she crying? Questions flooded Mark but he didn't
have any clue at all. He'll wait. And then he'll ask her when she's feeling
fine. For now, he said to himself, settle in being a huge pillow.
Several minutes later, the sobbing was still going on. She was shaking so
bad, Mark thought she would shatter into pieces. What the hell do I do now?
he asked himself. Lost was he in pondering that he didn't notice her calming
down. She gazed up to him. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose was red as
Rudolph`s and her lips were swollen. She didn't look the least bit
attractive but he was attracted. Wow, he thought to himself. I would die
just to kiss her.
Then the girl pulled him close to her and kissed him on the lips, hungrily.
He kissed her back. It was a reflex. She rolled him on his back and deepened
the kiss. Mark was lost now. He couldn't stop. So he let her.
"Sean," he heard her mutter. "Sean, I love you," she cried as she went on
kissing him, clinging on to his mouth.
Who the hell is this Sean fella? Mark asked himself, staring at her while
he let her freely kiss him.