120 Two black rings for two black souls

"Nyx.. Are you sure?" Marcus asked, searching her gaze for any doubts, knowing well that the alcohol and her fragile state was most likely the cause for such actions.

Nyx grazed his sharp jawline with her hand and smiled gently. "I am only a little bit tipsy." She kissed his cheek sweetly, and he leaned into her neck, embracing her tightly and wanting more of her and those sweet kisses. "I told you. I want to feel more," She whispered as her fingers glided into his mane of raven locks. 

"Is this.. helping?" Marcus asked against her neck, afraid to look up and see the warmth gone from her eyes. He knew she would never look at him in such a way, but there was a small part of him that told him this wasn't real and her expression would change. But Marcus knew that if Nyx ever did look at him coldly, it would be because he betrayed her. That was something that he would never do.