"Um..." I do, very much. Marcus was slender and toned. Not too much muscle, but enough to know that he was fit. In addition to that, he had tattoos covering him. His body was a canvas, and up until this point I had never been attracted to that. The only man I'd ever truly wanted I never got to see, at least not with the lights on. When James and I had been together, it was dark and fast. I never got to see him unclothed. The only picture I had was the one I could barely remember from my hands. "I guess I should've expected you to be covered in tattoos."
"Why's that?" He smirked, and leaned back against the dresser with his arms folded. Of course he didn't care that he was practically naked in front of me. He doesn't blush.
"You know, boy band, smoker, secret lover. You've got the bad boy image down completely by definition." Marcus gave a bark of laughter and turned back to the dresser. "You don't think so?" I asked, standing up.
"I completely agree." He said, not turning around. His voice gave me shivers. I bit my lip. "It's just that we're not a boy band."
"What would you call it?"
"Musical group, or just band. We're far from boys."
"Well, I wouldn't say that. I mean you've just lost your youth." I smiled, leaning next to the dresser so I could see his face.
"Exactly how old do you think I am?" Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I can totally see why Ariel found him attractive. Type doesn't even factor when it comes to this guy. His looks alone will draw you in.
"I'd say twenty-four, twenty-five."
"I see." He smirked, dropping his towel. My eyes traveled down for a slip second, before I turned and covered my mouth. Do not look, do not look, do NOT look! I heard shuffling, but I wasn't chancing another peek. "Exactly how old are you, Roxanne?" He laughed.
"Twenty-two." I squeaked. This just gets more and more embarrassing!
"Seriously?" His voice was muffled. I peeked over my shoulder to find him dressed in flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt. "You're just a baby." He said, hands on hips. Baby?
"I'm two years younger, hardly a baby compared to you."
"Baby, I'm twenty-eight." Woah! Suddenly, I did feel like a baby. It's not that big a difference, but still. Ugh! I must look so pathetic to him right now. "Which makes me feel like having a serious conversation with you."
"Serious conversation?" Marcus only nodded and motioned for me to follow him. I picked up the sandwich he'd left for me on my way out. "What exactly do you want to talk about?"
"Your plans for the future?" I sat down at the kitchen island and took a bite.
"Kicking me out already?" I joked, before taking another bite.
"No, just wondering about the..." His voice trailed off as he gave a pointed look to my stomach. Funny, he didn't seem to mind vocalizing how pregnant I was before.
"The baby?" Marcus nodded and grabbed a water bottle for me. "What about it?"
"Are you...keeping it?"
"Of course! Why would you even think that? I-"
"Calm down, I wasn't suggesting anything."
"This baby is mine. It may not have been created under the best circumstances, but I already love it." It was almost like an instinct of mine to rub my belly whenever I talk about the baby.
"And James?" Marcus asked, his tone softened.
"Not in the picture." I swallowed. It was hard to say out loud. I never wanted to admit that my baby would be fatherless. "He's made it clear that Ariel is the one he wants. I was a mistake. I won't let my baby be one too." I said determined. Marcus nodded his head. "I'm going to figure things out. I promise, I won't be here when the baby is born."