Mark sighed, "How'd you hear that?" Mellisa simply shrugged and plopped onto the couch. "Answer me." "Mark, I just heard people talking it is all," Mellisa said. "Oh."
"What's the big deal?"
"Nothing. Why are you here?" Mark asked her.
He walked over to the couch and sat down what he felt was a safe distance from her. Mellisa again shrugged.
"Dammit, Mellisa! Answer me or leave," Mark said getting up now.
"I just wanted to talk to you, but you don't seem to be in a good mood, so maybe I should just leave."
"The door's open if you want to go," Mark said.
Mellisa rolled her eyes, "If I wanted to go, I wouldn't have came over in the first place."
"Mellisa, this wasn't a good idea. Did you drive over here?" Mark asked. He knew that if people saw her car parked over at the apartment all night, they'd be suspicious.
"I'm not an idiot, Mark. I walked." Mark sighed, "Good. Look, I'm sorry for being a jerk. Do you want something to drink?" "Yeah, a Coke'd be nice," Mellisa said. Mark got up from the couch and Mellisa made herself comfortable, turning on the TV.
When Mark walked back in, he was holding two Cokes. "Thanks," Mellisa said smiling.
"No problem. Are you cold?" he asked.
"No, it's actually really nice in here."
"Well, then why are you wearing that coat?"
"I guess I just didn't take it off when I came inside."
Mark smiled, "Well, let's fix that."
Mellisa smiled back flirtatiously and took it off. "Happy?"
"Happier," he said.
She popped open the Coke and sipped out of it.
He sat his on the coffee table and turned to Mellisa. He just looked at her, not sure what to say.
"Why are you looking at me?" she asked, finally.
"I don't know, honestly." "Okay," Mellisa said, simply accepting it.
Mellisa stared right back at Mark, studying him. His pants hung just below his waist, revealing only a tiny portion of his boxers. His belt, obviously, rendered useless. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up, a look that drove Mellisa insane and his hair was messy. She wanted to see the rest of those boxers and what was under the buttons of his shirt, but she knew she couldn't and yet, it was so hard to resist just jumping on him and making it happen.
She smiled, "You made me take off something. Now, it's your turn."
Mark looked nervous and Mellisa realized she couldn't say anything she wanted to. She rolled her eyes instead and said, "Your belt, of course."
Mark instantly lightened up and smiled, "I can do that."
His smile made Mellisa smile right back and made her want him even more. She just wanted one night but she knew that if she ever got that, she'd only want more and more. Nothing would ever be enough.
"Mark, why do you have to be so hot?" Mellisa asked. He was throwing his belt onto the spot next to him. He shrugged, "I don't think I am." "You literally drive me insane. I mean, for instance, your boxers. They're hanging out a few centimeters and it's like the biggest tease in the world."
Mark laughed at this, "I doubt that."
"No, seriously. And there's your shirt. Those kind alone are hot, but roll the sleeves up and put you underneath, and oh my god, it's incredible," Mellisa said. All her built thoughts were flowing and it felt so good. Mark was steadily laughing.
"Then, your hair. It looks like you just woke up and yet you're still sexy. I mean, dear God, Mark."
He laughed, "I can roll the sleeves down if you'd like."
Mellisa smiled, "I don't care. I'm just telling you what you do to me."
"Well, Mellisa, you're a pretty nice size tease yourself."
She laughed, "I, little mister, am not a tease. You could have me any day of the week."
"Even so, in my eyes, I couldn't. Take, your shirt for example. It's so tight and it fits you exactly right. And your jeans. They're so low and tight and it's perfect. Mellisa, you do the same thing to me."
"You could see anything you wanted, touch anything, kiss anything."
Mark looked at her for a second, "It's like a fight within me to say know. A lower part of me wants to say yes and a higher part knows I need to say no."
"How high? Your heart or your head?"
"My head."
Mellisa pushed him back onto the couch and put her hands up his shirt. Mark laughed and started tickling her, his fingers moving under her shirt. She screamed and he put his hand over her mouth. "Shh! We don't want anyone coming to see if you're okay," Mark said.
"Sorry, but it's your fault. You tickled me."
"I can stop," Mark said smiling.
Mellisa wanted to say no but she knew it might be the only way he'd touch her tonight. She pushed that aside.
"Thank you," she said, straightening up her shirt and trying to regain her composure.
"You're not getting out of it that easy," he said, attacking her much more fiercely this time.
Her shirt sprang up to the bottom of her bra as he tickled her and they laughed. Mellisa finally gained control and pulled herself on top of him, holding both his hands down. In a movie, this would be the time they'd kiss, but this wasn't a movie and they didn't kiss. Mellisa let his hands go and they looked at each for a long second and then he took his hands and let them move up waist and he gently pushed her shirt up above her bra. Mellisa was cold, but she didn't care. She didn't dare let herself stop because of a little chill. She'd take this as far as Mark wanted to and she knew that.
That was when Mark seemed to realize what he was doing and he slid her shirt all the way down. "I'm sorry," he said softly.
"What for?" she asked.
"I shouldn't have done that. You're only a child and I'm, I'm supposed to be an adult and watch out for you and here I am taking advantage of you."
"Mark, I'm nowhere near a child and trust me, you were never taking advantage of me."
"You're a child to me and you don't know what you're doing. God, what's wrong with me? How could I even touch you like that?"
"Mark, stop beating yourself up. It's no big deal, okay?"
"Mellisa, go home, please. I'm so sorry about tonight. It won't happen again, I promise."
Mellisa sighed, "Fine." She grabbed her coat and walked out.
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