Marcus

"Please sit down, Marcus." I offered, motioning him to occupy the crème colored sofa, he obediently followed and moved forward. He sank into the soft cushion with the natural grace of a king. After he was settled, I took the seat opposite him and placed the bouquet of fresh red roses on top of my lap before I shifted my attention back to his.

Marcus was intently looking at me and I'm afraid I would melt by the way he looked at me. I manage to meet his unnerving glance despite the embarrassing peck on the cheeks he just gave me.

I couldn't believe he did it without my permission. It's not that big deal. It's just I don't want anyone invading my personal space without my own permission.

It couldn't be more awkward if someone saw what he just did. Luckily, there was no one present inside the parlor except us. The thought was somehow relieving.