Page 171 of Monster in Disguise

We go to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee each, and finding an empty table, we take a seat.

"So," she starts, her gaze on the cup of coffee in her hands. "How have you been?"

"Good... I've been good." Why am I anxious? And why am I replying with the most basic things? I shake my head and tell myself to just go with the flow. There's no reason to be fretting about this, even though it takes all my willpower not to sweep her off her feet into the closest janitor's closet and fuck the life out of her.

God! I cringe internally at the direction of my thoughts. What have I become?

"Marcello?" Lina leans forward, looking at me with worry in her eyes.

"Yes?" I blink in rapid succession, trying to ground myself.

"I asked you a question."

"Sorry, I didn't hear." I grimace. I don't want her to think I'm not paying attention to her when that's all I'm doing.

"Did you know about Sisi and Rafaelo? I just can't believe that they..." She trails off.

"Had sex?"

"Yes." That blush makes another appearance, bringing her freckles into focus... making me want to kiss each one of them... one by one.... I shake myself again. Why am I like this? It's only been two months! Last time it was ten years, and I had no issues.

"I didn't realize either. But if she wants to marry him, I won't stand between them."

"That's good. She deserves to be happy." Lina adds, her fingers fidgeting. That's the one thing that tells me she's not quite at ease either.

"I missed you," I suddenly say, not being able to hold this in much longer.

"I missed you too."

"I've been working on myself, and I think I'm on the right path," I admit.

"I'm glad, Marcello. I meant it, you know. I forgive you." She stretches her arm across the table and places her hand on top of mine.

"Come with me!" My voice is urgent, and I tug her to her feet, leaving our untouched drinks on the table.

"What..."

I walk fast, remembering a small door we'd passed by. It's a long shot but... I open it, and it's a tiny storage closet. But it's enough to fit the two of us.

I drag her inside and shut the door.

"Marcello?" Lina's voice has a breathless quality to it, and it's only making me harder. Damn it! I should have more restraint than this.

"God, Lina!" I groan, backing her into the corner. "I can't believe you're here." I breathe in her scent, trying to convince myself this isn't a dream.

"We shouldn't do this... not until you're ready."

"I'm ready. So ready," I rasp, knowing full well we're not talking about the same type of readiness. I take her hand and press it on my cock, wanting her to feel how ready I am for her.

"Oh." She gasps, and for a second, I think she's going to pull back. But she doesn't. Her fingers wrestle with the zipper of my pants, and reaching inside, she takes me in her hand.

"God!" I moan breathlessly, and in a frenzy, my mouth seeks hers.

She keeps on touching me, her fingers gripping my shaft tighter.

Her tongue in my mouth is the flavor I never knew I was missing in life. We kiss like two desperate people on the brink of a precipice.

My hands go lower until I reach the opening of her jeans.

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