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Marco Jensen had always loved pretty Falmouth with its tense, lush trees. It was a place where he never felt lonely.
Many women saw him an adorable guitar player with an athletic body and thick hands. His friends saw him as a gamer who stayed up all night, sometimes he got to playing for too long he was late for work. Once, he had helped a puppy reunite with its owners after the animal got lost. That’s the sort of man he was.
Marco walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings, The clouds danced like running dogs.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Laura Trager. Laura was a needy painter with fragile lips and feathery hands.
Marco gulped, he was not prepared for Laura.
As Marco stepped outside and Laura came closer, he could see the knobby smile on her face.
Laura glared with all the wrath of 9774 special vagueness. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want revenge.”
Marco looked back, even more happy and still fingering the crumpled rock. “Laura, I’m sorry how it went down,” he replied.
They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two cats about to fight.
Laura looked down at her hands as she clenched her fists, “I feel the same way!” she revealed to Marco with a delighted grin.
Laura looked fuzzy, her emotions pouring out of her like a waterfall. Then she came inside for a cup of coffee that Marco offered her.
She briefly talked about how
her life crashed after Marco had broken up with her, but her voice started
falling apart as she started sobbing.
Marco decided that he should just be there for her. She told him that she cried every day, and if he was going to be there for her it had to be for the long haul, it should not be a short-term thing.
He stayed with her for the next hour, reading her a story to calm her down. Laura seemed relieved he was by her side, it was almost as if she accepted him for who he was.
“Thanks Marco,” she said as she let her head fall against his chest.
Marco slid his arm around her shoulders, “I love you,” he said.
And with a kiss she said
“I love you too.”
Marco let her get up and then laid her down, he brushed the hair from her forehead, pulled the strand behind her ear to cover her eyes and she knew the moment was over, she smiled gently as he kissed her, not angrily, not in any form at least. It was just a sloppy kiss, she decided he was a bit familiar with kissing her, he clearly remembered how she liked it. So, she smiled sweetly, taking a bit of his beard into her mouth, tongue flicking up the soft fur of his face.
Laura smiled, “Marco, you remember how to kiss me exactly how I like it, why don’t we go into…”
Marco let out a sigh, I still have it, a minute ago she hated me, “I’d really like to give that a go.”
She winked at him, “You’re getting the ticket.”
He scooped her up off the couch, cradling her in his arms as he carried her out of the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom.