Two hundred and fifty - seven .
Two hundred and fifty - eight .
Two hundred and fifty - nine .
That was how many cricket chirps I had counted and we still had not made it nearly even half way across the cottage and to the mansion . The thought did occur to me that Marco may just be walking slowly all on purpose just to irritate me further but it was not irritating me at all . In fact, it was quite the opposite . It always felt good to be within the borders of Marco arms and pressed so closely to his chest . I could feel his heart pounding against my arm in a steady rhythm .
I gave up trying to keep my gaze averted from him and onto the damp, unseeable nature . Everything about Marco drew me in . The scent of him , his touch , his strength , and even the way he clenched his jaw for th
