If she moved, it'd be over. Instead, she held on, thighs tightening around him, keeping him buried inside of her. It felt right. It felt fated. If she moved, she'd lose him. If she stayed, they were together. It was that simple. At least it was in her mind. Her lips brushed against his cheek, tasting the salty tears on his cheeks. She just assumed they were hers. Part of her wasn't sure Marcus even felt close to what she felt for him. How had she fallen in love so quickly? Had it been like this at home? Three months and she was in so deep, her heart felt like it was missing a piece at just the thought of not having in by her side.
Her body slowly began to relax, unable to fathom leaving. She should go. She couldn't. The echo of his confession seeped through the layer of pain and she shuddered. A ripple of anger passed through her. If he loved her, like he said he did, why couldn't he pick her? Why?
"I have to," she murmured, lips brushing his neck as she talked. "I have to forget- I have to move on." She didn't want to live without him but she wasn't going to live alone and have no future because he wouldn't forget her. She refused. "We both do..."