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Clara stole another fry from his plate and shrugged, âI dunno,â She wasnât terribly seriousâso she didnât have an idea in mind. âOffer me something.â Clara grinned.
"Hey... you're the one who started all this 'you've gotta give me something' stuff. Your decision, sweet thing."
"Wouldnât be Nessa if I wasnât a bitch." She smirked, looking up at him.
"And there is something surprisingly sexy about that."
"And what do I get for showing you these tan lines?" Clara crossed her arms over her chest with a grin.
"Well... what do you want in return?" he asked, his hamburger long forgotten on his plate.
"Anything?" She repeated, then thought about it for a moment. "I got great tan-lines from the beach trip." The blonde laughedâshe couldnât think of anything actually interesting to say.
"Thank you for that pertinent information," he told her, chuckling afterwards. "You'll have to show me those tan lines."
"Iâd hope not." Clara grinned as she stole a fry from his plate.
Marcus could only grin as he picked up his hamburger, taking a large bite. After he'd chewed and swallowed, he spoke. "So tell me something, Clara. Anything."
Clara pouted at him. âI like ridiculous..â
"I never said I didn't..."
Clara let out a dramatic sigh, âOh, good! You scared me there!â
Marcus laughed at her, shaking his head. "You are a bit ridiculous, Clara."
"If your big ego wasnât in the way, you would." Nessa sneered, before batting her lashes and pouting in an exaggerated way, speaking with a higher pitched tone. "Do you want me to beg you to take me to bed and remind me of what Iâve been missing? Maybe ask you to tell me how much youâve missed me? Whisper sweet nothings into your earâŚ" She trailed off with a cackle, dropping the charade.
"I think I want that about as much as you do..." Marcus replied, rolling his eyes. "Good to know you're as bitchy as always." He grinned at her, shaking his head.
Clara frowned, âWhy? Does it seem like I donât like you?â
"Woah, woah, relax. I only meant that you didn't before."
"Oh believe me Marcus, I have." Nessa chuckled darkly, flicking her hair over her shoulders. "In fact⌠Itâs been so long I canât remember why I repeated in the first place?"
Marcus scoffed, shaking his head. "Like I believe that for a second..." He shook his head again, laughing. "You must think I'm stupid."
Clara raised an eyebrow and with a giggle, she leaned forward and spoke loud and clearly. âI. Like. You.â
Marcus grinned chuckling lightly at her. "I don't think I ever expected to hear those words out of your mouth."
"Of course not! Ew!" Clara rolled her eyes, "Youâre not just anyone, silly. I like you.â
"Wait, hold on, could you say that again? I don't know if I heard you correctly..." He grinned over at her, winking.
She shook her head with a smile, âYou could say Iâve really missed being kissed.â Clara giggled a little as she ate the rest of her cupcake.
"Oh, so you would have let anyone kiss you, then?"
"Good. Cold hearts, I like âem that way." Nessa smirked, shaking her head. "Just because thereâs no one in here like you doesnât mean I depend on you, now does it?"
"I guess not necessarily... but I mean come on. You probably haven't been able to have fantastic sex since I left."
She looked confused when he laughed, but hardly had time to process what he said before he leaned forward and kissed her lips, licking the frosting off. Clara giggled against his lips and kissed him back.
Marcus left his lips against hers for a few moments before pulling away, making a show of licking his lips. He smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Not going to push me away this time?"
"I would say Iâm sorry but you know thatâs not my style." Nessa mused, fluffing her hair and raising a haughty brow. "What makes you think that?"
"I was hardly sorry," Marcus responded, chuckling. "Oh, because I know there's no one in here like me."
Nessa let out a small shiver at the feeling of familiar breath and voice in her ear, turning her head only slightly. âThought you died.â
"Nope... but my grandma did," he told her with a small smile. "I can tell you really missed me though."
