Chapter 59: Still In Love With Each Other?

Marc Junior raised an eyebrow in alarm. He reached out for her hand, ignoring the vigorous flow of blood at just one touch.

"What are you doing?" She quarried, her eyes darting between him and her hand frantically.

She was slowly pulled to where he was standing. She followed. It was the only reaction her pounding heart and dry mouth allowed. When she was nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Chocolate." Her body immediately obeyed what she wanted to deny. A drop on his knee and he was kneeling in front of her. She avoided looking in his eyes. He touched her chin, "Chocolate, please, look at me."

His voice was mixed with emotion. Hershey's eyes widened at him. She stared at the shiny dark emeralds in awe. Why do they have to be beautiful? "What are you jealous of?"

She shrugged. "It's not that important."

Marc Junior tasted it, "If it bothers you, eh."

Hershey sighed, "Whatever."

Marc Junior smiled, "Do you want me to be alone for a while?" Marco teased.

Hershey's body temperature rose, leaving a full blush on her features, revealing a shining gem. Marc's eyes met her flushed face and a natural pout on her lips as she just stared at him, her wide brown eyes sparkling. He swallowed and ran his fingers over her face, carefully outlining every feature. Her eyes told him things she didn't want to say out loud. Things that made her body feel like it was shot with the latest hit of endorphins.

He inhaled sharply, running his thumb over her lips, feeling its softness. In a low whisper, Marco Junior said, "Chocolate, there's no need to be jealous. You know my attention is always on you. If not in the front of my mind, then certainly in the back Baby,"

His voice was so soft, he almost lost it, the word. He pulled her closer to him.

Hershey's brain stopped screaming, but as usual, her heart pulled her closer to him and she didn't object to the gentle tugging of her form. When his lips were only a centimeter from hers, she felt the breath of his mouth, the sweet scent that attracted her, "You still have my heart, Chocolate." Marc Junior whispered. He felt a strong pounding in his chest. Without saying a word, his face leaned against hers and caressed her mouth with a gentle caress.

Immediately, his mouth responded, gently caressing her mouth. More pressure was applied, causing her stomach to flare, echoing through her entire being. He caressed her cheeks, his heart pounding hard in his chest, his mouth feeding on her sweet, delicious scent.

Hershey tried to tell herself to take it easy, but the feeling of his mouth in hers brought so many memories flying at once. Their first kiss, which multiplied greatly to many, the first time he kissed her body with those lips, even the hard angry kisses he released over time, all of that reflected a part of him.

Without realizing it, he reached for her neck and pulled her into him, just so he could deepen the kiss. There was no tongue action, it wasn't a kiss of passion, every push of his mouth on hers, only memories, emotions, and reduced tension that had been building between them since he came here. She felt her soul come to life within her, brought to life by the man who seemed to give it a purpose, a reason to live. After a few minutes, their mouths almost falling apart, she swallowed and looked him closely in the eyes, she whispered, "Why didn't you tell me what you said to Vicki?"

Marc Junior kissed her lips, he felt the pain in his heart begin to weigh, "Sometimes, Hershey..Chocolate, it's easier to tell her, when I'm not in love with her. She's like a little sister to me, and I always feel like I'm not in love with her, she can talk."

This brought tears to Hershey's eyes. She ran her fingers along his neck, "Why can't you tell me what happened there? I want to know, Baby. I want to know what helped you get past the pain. What helped you get past our separation?"

Marco Junior shook his head, "I'm not over us, I just live with the idea that we might not be together now. I can live with the idea that we've both hurt each other as well as ourselves through the years. I can live with the fact that you and I had a child together and we lost him together."

Hershey swallowed the lump forming in her throat. These were the things he didn't want to tell her. These are the things he wants to keep to himself.

Hershey's heart grew stronger at the familiar pain he felt when she thought of Marc. She wanted to be close, she wanted to know about him, to know him again. She wasn't even sure how long that would last, but she knew she wanted to. She likes anything and everything that has to do with him. She inhaled sharply, "Tell me, baby. I want to know."

Marc Junior's cheeks flushed as he thought of the three girls he tried to replace Hershey with, each girl turning out to be a bigger mistake than the last.

"Hershey...I..." He struggled with himself.

Hershey shook his head, "No Baby, don't deny me, I want to know."

Marco Junior closed his eyes, "You're not the only girl I've been with, Chocolate.."

Hershey closed her eyes, feeling a heavy weight lifted from her heart. Swallowing the lump that seemed impossibly large, she sighed, "I want to know.."

Ignoring his own tears, Marco Junior started his story, "When I left here in the Philippines, I was devastated. I was invited to Tanya and Andrew's place for a while and did nothing but party and smoke. Not cigarettes, but weed. How did I get to do that, I met this girl named April, she talked in the same animation you did and she wore clothes that I could see you in. Plus, she didn't seem to have a problem speaking her mind. We chit-chatted for a while and then she asked me if I wanted to go to the party. I said yes. We went to the party and I slept with her the first night. That was something I had never done and I liked it too. I liked her because there was no emotional attachment between us. She never asked, she never asked anything about me or where I was from. There were no questions. I thought it was just a casual thing you know, just a fling. Well. , she would pop up from time to time. Not really tell me anything, just come by. I was ok with that, but I didn't like it at Tanya and Andrew's house. They thought I was naughty and dirty. All I see is long black hair, equally dark eyes, and a beautifully tanned body.

So, I let it go on, until one day, I went to his house and found out that he was married with a daughter. Her husband is a drunkard, and all she did is leave the baby with a sitter. When I saw this, I left him alone. He didn't like it, he told me he was going to leave his wife for me. I told her no, don't do that because I don't want to be with her. He just got mad and started accusing me of thinking he wasn't good enough for me."

Marco Fernando Junior sighed and looked at Hershey, to see the attentive eyes on him, this Hershey was full of compassion that he had a hard time believing could exist. Sighing again, he continued, "That lasted about a month."

Marc Junior was bent over while Hershey looked at him to see how he acted while he was telling his experiences. Marc Junior continued to tell the story.

"I met this girl named Rose and she was bookish just like you. He always puts his head to something. I met him one day in the park. There was something in the way she sat her on the bench, looking at that book that reminded me of you. I liked the way he seemed to pay attention. So, I sat next to her and started talking. Her responses were one word. Being more courageous, I asked her for a pen. She gave me one after looking at me like I was crazy. So, I took the book from her, wrote my telephone number on it and told her to call me. She just stared at me, not really saying anything. I smiled at her, and the next thing I knew, she was calling me. We hung out a few times, intimate and well that's when I was introduced to weed. She was smoking in a public bathroom when we met one day. I smelled her clothes when she came out. I asked her what she was doing. She said, oh relax, it relieves my stress, so I smoke. I smoke it with either blunts, or roaches, never much. I became curious, tried it and found that it did release a lot of my tension and I didn't think about you so much. So, I started to smoke it whenever Rose and I have intimacy. It worked, at least I thought it had, until she asked me who you were one day. I said, why, did I accidentally call you her? She said no, you said her name in your sleep. I told her it was none of her business. After that, between her obsession to find out who you are and her change in attitude, she became very clingy, I left her alone. I had to. She was smothering me."

A little silence and Marc Junior started his story again.

"The third girl, Emily, Ironically enough, reminded me of you in a bad way. She was the type that likes guys because of what they can do for her. I found out that she was more than a lover. That I was different, dip in the cauldron for her." Marc Junior said.

Hershey listened for any kind of sign that he still wanted these women, sadly, but came up empty. They became decoys.

Sighing, she cleared her throat, "That's not too bad I guess."

Marc Junior smiled, unable to believe what he heard. "Really? You're willing to be in love with a guy that has slept with three other girls beside you?"

Hershey smiled, "Weren't you the one who said you can't choose who you love? I mean, you're looking for me through them and as stupid as it is to do that, I really have no say in what's going on in your personal life. No you were cheated."

He licked his lips, staring her in the eyes, "It's like I have..."

Hershey's eyebrows rose and whispered, "Well, you have not. Don't think that. You may have been wrong for trying to convince yourself those girls were me, but there are no rules against pretending."

Marc Junior grabbed Hershey's shoulder and pulled her into a tight hug, "Thank you, Chocolate. You understand me."

Hershey smiled, "Thank you too, Marc Baby."

Together they stayed in that situation until Hershey's mother called them for dinner. Almost like before.

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