Page 64 of Imperfection is Beauty

I didn’t realize I was rocking back and forth, which caused the covers to lower from my eyes, and I opened them, realizing my bedroom door was standing open, I vaulted from it, and tripped over the dress on the floor but didn’t slow.

Throwing my bedroom door shut, I flipped the lock which was why I wanted this apartment. The doors had locks in all the rooms.

As soon as I was done, I raced back to my bed, climbed under the covers, and tried to let Metallica blast in my ears so I didn’t hear anything going on outside.

And that… well…. That was when as soon as the song ended, I started to hum, waiting for another song, but not in time to hear another boom of thunder, a crack of lightning, and then…. The power went out.

I had my eyes closed, the song now playing in my ears.

And because the room was so dark the brightness of something actually had me opening my eyes.

That was when I saw the screen on my phone was lit up.

Grabbing it, I tried to breathe as normally as I could.

Marcus –I’m outside your door. Come let me in. I want my kiss.

Chapter 15

Marcus

Forty-five minutes earlier.

I growled at him, “Your fucking shitting me with this shit. Right?”

Van looked at me like I was acting crazy, “Bro, what the fuck?”

I bit out, “You told me you needed me because you wanted to make sure this mirror was level?”

Van, “Umm yeah, you know how I am with straight lines and shit.”

Sadly, I did know. Which sucked.

But I hurried through it and helped him hang the fucking mirror up in the hall.

As soon as he sighed, which told me it was straight and his OCD was calmed back down, I laid down the tools I had in my hand and then headed for the front door.

He called out to me, “Bro, why are you racing out of my house?”

I growled at him, “Because I left a woman. A woman I so didn’t want to leave who was in the process of kissing me for the first time when you called. I’m getting my fucking kiss.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me that I would have dealt with it until tomorrow.” I didn’t slow in my pace as I walked to the door.

I wasn’t sharing anything more about Scarlett with him, he had already seen too much of it while I was in the hospital.

And the bastard had indeed checked her ass out. Fucker.

He was lucky she was there and had seemed terrified or else I would have grabbed the closest thing to me and chucked it at him.

Van’s voice at my back called out to me, “Dude, a bad storm just rolled in. It’s not safe out there.”

I couldn’t explain it. This need to get to her.

This need to get my kiss.

This need to just be in her presence.

Just as I had my hand on the doorknob, it felt like my body was tied to a tether and I was being pulled out the door and straight back to Scarlett.

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