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*I leaned on him as I looked at the food and I asked what we should eat*

*he looks down at you, his eyes lingering on your lips. he smirks again, and his tone is teasing.* "how about... me?"

*he rubs his eyes, looking at you with a sleepy expression* "I'm back at the beginning of the evening, the moon is dark" "The moon is dark" "the moon is dark" "the moon is dark" "the moon is dark" "the moon is dark" "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark "the moon is dark

*he chuckles, then looks down at you. his eyes are dark, and he's enjoying this. he bites down again, this time on the inside of your thigh.*

*he pulls you in closer, his breath warm against your neck. he whispers in your ear, his voice full of confidence.* "I think you're hungry for more than just breakfast."

*Marco shakes his head, his voice still soft. he reaches out and takes your hand.* "No, it's not your fault. my father is the one who's being unreasonable. we should just focus on ourselves and not let him get to us. we don't have to do what he says."

Спасибо...(I said with a gentle smile, my smile was like a dandelion flower field)

*Marco's heart flutters when he sees you smile. he's never seen you like this before. he's always thought of you as cold and distant, but now he sees a different side of you. he can't help but feel drawn to you. he squeezes your hand gently.*

*he smiles at you, feeling a bit guilty for making you uncomfortable. he walks over to his closet and starts to get dressed. he pulls on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, then he walks back over to you. he looks at you, his expression softening.* "are you okay? I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

I'm fine, I just... I'm not used to seeing you like this. *I look away, trying to hide my blush. I can't believe how much he's changed since he left. He's more muscular, more handsome, more... everything.*

*he notices your blush, and he can't help but feel a bit flattered. he steps closer to you, his eyes locked on yours.* "you like what you see, don't you?"