Love Jason

Chapter 13

Emily's POV

I froze, my heart pounding as I locked eyes with him once again. His unexpected presence sent shockwaves through me, leaving my mind reeling and my body tense with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

Chris's voice cut through the charged atmosphere, pulling me back to reality. "Emily, do you know this person?" he asked, his eyes darting between us, searching for answers.

I struggled to form coherent words, the weight of Chris's recent confession and now the reappearance of this figure from my past rendering me speechless. All I could manage was a silent nod, my gaze never wavering from the man standing before me.

"I know you must be surprised to see me again. Can we talk? I'm sure you're free," he spoke softly, his voice stirring memories I had tried so hard to bury.

The intensity of his gaze held me captive, and I found myself nodding again, unable to resist the pull of his presence. "Yes... I am free," I finally managed to say, the words escaping in a whisper.

Chris's frustration was palpable, his anger evident as he clenched his fists beside me. "We're not done talking," he insisted, his tone laced with barely contained fury.

"We will talk later, Chris. Forgive me," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I rose from my seat, unable to bear the tension any longer.

Before Chris could protest further, I turned away, the stranger from my past falling into step behind me as we retreated to a quieter corner of the bar.

As we settled at a secluded table, I stole a moment to truly look at him. His features were achingly familiar yet etched with time. The sight of him stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me, memories of our past igniting a spark that I had long believed was gone.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to wrap my head around the fact that you're here. I don't even know your name," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

He offered a reassuring smile, his eyes softening as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. "Never say never," he replied, his words laden with a depth of meaning that sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm Marco," he introduced himself, his name rolling off his tongue with a sophistication that matched his appearance.

"Emily," I replied, the sound of my name felt like a whisper against the backdrop of the bustling bar.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Now we're not strangers anymore," he remarked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

The air between us crackled with unspoken questions and unresolved emotions, but before I could voice the myriad thoughts swirling in my mind, Marco rose from his seat, extending a hand towards me.

"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked, his gaze unwavering as he waited for my response.

"Yes..." I answered without hesitation, the intensity of his gaze leaving no room for doubt.

With a silent nod, Marco took my hand in his as he pulled me closer to himself, Our faces hovered mere inches apart, the electric tension crackling between us. But instead of closing the gap with a kiss, he gently guided me through the crowded bar toward the exit.

Despite my better judgment, I stole a glance back at Chris. His expression was a mosaic of disappointment, anger, and sadness.

I despised myself for causing him this pain, but I couldn't deny my desires. I knew I was going to hurt him, and he didn't deserve any of it.

Marco escorted me out of the bar to his luxurious car. With a gallant gesture, he opened the door for me, and soon we were gliding along the city streets.

"Where're we going?" I asked a hint of surprise in my voice.

"Just like I remembered, still curious as ever," Marco said with a smile, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

"I can't help it," I replied, feeling a rush of anticipation.

"Don't worry. You're going to like where I'm taking you," he assured me, and I chose to trust him.

Throughout the car ride, my gaze kept returning to Marco. I couldn't believe he was here beside me, my perfect stranger, my one-night stand, his presence tangible and real. Every touch, every glance, confirmed it.

"You can take a picture. I'm sure it would last longer," he teased, his attention still on the road.

"I'm sorry for staring. It still feels unreal that you're here," I confessed, feeling a flush of embarrassment.

"I'm not complaining. I love it when you look at me," he confessed, his hand finding its way to my thigh, reigniting the flames of desire throughout my entire being.

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The car eventually came to a stop, and despite the darkness, the rhythmic sounds of water lapping against the shore reached my ears.

"Where are we?" I inquired as Marco guided me out of the car.

"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" Marco responded with a chuckle, his tone infused with a hint of mystery and excitement.

The cool breeze caressed my skin, carrying with it the scent of salt and sea. Marco led me towards the shoreline, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filling the silence between us.

I watched in awe as the moon cast its gentle glow upon the water, illuminating the vast expanse of the ocean before us. At that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the night, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a fleeting respite from the chaos of my thoughts.

"I never knew the city had a beach," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I took in the breathtaking sight before me.

"It does, but not everyone knows it exists. I knew you were going to like it here," Marco replied, his voice soft and filled with a warmth that sent a flutter of anticipation coursing through me.

We settled on the sand, the cool grains shifting beneath us as we sat in companionable silence. In the stillness of the night, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy between us, a silent reminder of the past we shared.

"I know you have questions. You can ask them, you know?" Marco spoke, breaking the silence with a tenderness that touched my heart.

"How are you here? How did you find me?" I asked, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush of emotion.

"You could say it's fate," Marco replied, his voice filled with warmth and joy as he met my eyes.

"Fate?" I echoed, my voice filled with confusion as I searched his eyes for answers.

"Yes, fate. Fate knew I was supposed to see you again, so here we are," Marco explained, his words stirring something deep within me.

At that moment, enveloped by the serene night and the soothing melody of the waves, clarity descended upon me. I knew without a doubt: that our meeting wasn't by chance. It felt as if destiny itself had woven our paths back together, fitting them like the last pieces of a puzzle.

Was the universe trying to send me a message? Was it hinting that perhaps giving up on love wasn't the right path for me after all?

As Marco's lips captured mine in a searing kiss, a tidal wave of desire surged through me, igniting every nerve ending in my body. At that moment, I surrendered to the intoxicating pull of passion, his touch sending electric currents coursing through my veins. Enveloped in the warmth of our entwined bodies, all inhibitions dissolved, consumed by the urge that bound us together. Guided by the rhythm of desire, we surrendered to the intoxicating dance of passion, Our senses ignited to life by the passion flowing between us.

Beneath the starry sky, we gave in to our deep longing, moving together in perfect harmony. In the night's embrace, every touch and whispered word stoked the fire of our passion until we were consumed by the ecstasy of our union.