Unexpectedly Unexpected

// C H A P T E R F I F T E E N //

Salted Wound // Sia

Maps // Yeah Yeahs

Feathery // Milky Chance

I lay in Marcus' arms, my head on his strong, hard chest. His fingers slowly trail up and down my spine. I listen to his heart beat. It's strong and even, steady. I stare at the off-white wall. A million thoughts run through my head. The main one being that "how can I love his man?" This is wrong. This can't go anywhere since no one can know. How'd I let myself get this deep this fast?

In his arms I feel so safe. I feel like this is so right, this is exactly where I should be. The way we are together is unlike anything I've ever experienced or ever heard of. Maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing and this is how it feels for everyone. I have a really good feeling that it doesn't though.

"What are you thinking?" Marcus whispers with a small, half smile.

I lift my head, rest my chin on his, and meet his eyes. His fingers slowly glide up and down the center of my back still, slowly.

"I'm thinking..." I start, debating on what thought I should share with him. "We really should use protection."

He smiles and nods, his fingertips running along my right cheek now and brushing my hair behind my ear. "Next time."

I blush and nod, biting my bottom lip.

"You're the first woman," he starts, gazing at me with wide eyes. "I've always used protection before. You're the only woman."

I blush and my entire body heats up. Inside I'm doing flips, knowing I'm one of his firsts when he was my FIRST.

"I'm the only woman you felt that way?" I ask softly, fighting a small smile but losing.

"You are," he nods and brushes my hair off my shoulder now to continue running his fingertips up and down my spine. "The only one. I've never even felt my ex-fiance that way Paige."

I freeze and my eyes widen.

"Your ex-fiance?" I ask in surprise.

"Yes," he replies casually, nodding.

I have so many questions but I bite my lip to stop them from pouring out of my mouth. Why? When? Who? I bet she was beautiful, breath-taking even, much more suited for him than me. What happened between them? What made her his "ex?" Did she break it off or did he?

"What about you?" He asks, pulling me out of my head. "I know I was your first but I know you must've had boyfriends before. That one in class, was he one? The one who drools over you."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Drool? I doubt anyone has ever drooled over me-"

"I do," he interrupts and my heart pounds hard in my chest.

My eyes look away from his and to the pillow beside his head. I shake my head slowly as I answer. "No, I've never had a boyfriend. Not a serious one at least."

"I don't think you know the effect you have on men," he whispers gently.

Carefully he grasps my hand from off his chest. My eyes meet his again as he guides it lower. I swallow nervously the lower my hand travels despite my acts last night. He stares into my eyes. My hands finds him and he guides my fingers to wrap around him. My cheeks flush and my breathing quickens. He's so hard in my hand...and so big.

"Trust me," he whispers huskily, his words ambiguous.

...

After our time in his small shower, we dress for class. The class I first laid eyes on him. The class we'll both be the day after our perfect night together. I watch him pull on his black trousers while he watches me pull on my black stockings. His eyes darken as i place the elastic band around my waist. I blush and look away, focusing on my gray turtle-neck sweater-dress laying on the bed. Before I'm able to pull my dress over my head I feel his hands on my hips while he stands close behind me.