Fly On The Wings Of Love

Marco carried me outside like I was a fragile princess. Although the fresh air was more pleasant than the stifling air of the Gala, it also meant he was princess-carrying me outside into the eyes of the wider public. There were many… MANY squeals of joy. I didn’t dare look up. My red face had spread to my ears.

Marco called a taxi, and we went back together to my apartment. I had blown the Gala night. What started off well would likely infuriate Stephanie and the other members of the delegation. Although that was probably something to worry about, I was too distracted by Marco.

When we arrived back at my hotel room, I was expecting to see Darcy. But she was nowhere to be found. Instead, a note was laid out on my bed.

Blake, I am going to the bar and then maybe to cuddle with my dog tonight. Take care, ~Darcy.

So, Darcy was going to spend the night with Jet. That meant Marco didn’t have to leave so quickly.

At that moment, a pin dropped, and I recalled the whole princess-carrying moment.

“Why did you do that at the Gala, you dummy!” I blabbed out.

“You looked like you were having a difficult time. Were you not?”

“I was.”

“Then I don’t see a problem.”

I sat down on my bed.

Marco didn’t seem to care what others would think, but I knew that Stephanie and the reaction would be massive. The only thing that kept me from completely dissociating from reality was the fact that it wasn’t current me’s problem. It was an issue for future me. Sorry future me, I thought to myself.

“How are you feeling?” Marco added.

“I’m a bit better now.”

“If you are alright, I can leave you now.”

He turned to leave, but I grabbed his jacket sleeve.

“Don’t go,” I mumbled.

“Alright, Blake,” he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“W-why did you do that?”

“Because you looked cute.” I could feel my face warming up again. Why did Marco always make comments like that? Why did he always make my heart flutter? It’s not fair. I wish I could make his heart flatter as well.

There was an awkward silence before Marco added, “I didn’t get to say this before, but you looked very cute tonight.”

That did it. I couldn’t bear his compliments anymore. My face was as red as a beetroot. I buried my head into my pillows.

“Gah!” I yelled into the pillows. As I did so, I felt the restriction around my neck. The necklace Darcy had placed on me was still there.

I sat up.

“Marco, could you help remove the necklace?” I asked him, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“Okay,” He replied, his ears turning red.

I turned on the bed so I could face away from him. I lifted the faux hair of the wig. I could feel Marco lean in and breathe down my neck.

“Hold still,” he whispered. I could feel his hands brush against the nape of my neck as he unclipped the hook of the necklace. His touch was warm and comforting. Just as the necklace was removed, I was about to let the wig hair fall back down, but instead, Marco leaned in and kissed the back of my neck.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered. Turning around to face him

“I just wanted to see your reaction.” He replied, a smirk appearing on his face.

I went to swipe at him, but he jumped backward.

“Hold still, you bastard!” I said, trying to act tough to mask my embarrassment.

“You’ll have to catch me first,” He replied.

I tried to stand up, but the moment I did, I felt a slight pinch go through my ankle.

Perhaps I winced because Marco quickly asked.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I think I twisted my ankle when I fell at the Gala,” I replied.

“Are you going to be alright?”

“I think so. I have a heat pack in the cupboard. It might help if I put that on it. Would you please fetch it for me?” I asked him.

“Sure,”

He went over to the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinet before returning with a heat pack.

“It just needs to be heated,” he commented.

“The microwave is busted. You have to shut the door slowly, or it won’t work.”

“No worries,” he commented, standing there with it in his hand.

“Marco!” I said as cutely as possible. “Hug.” I made claw-like movements to signify that I wanted a hug.

He came closer, and we embraced; the warmth of his touch made my heart flutter. I could feel his hands rummaging around on my back. My own hands touched his body back.

“Blake,” he whispered.

“Yeah?” I whispered back.

“I’m going to stick it in, okay?” He whispered, holding up the heat pack.

“Okay, but remember to go slowly.”

He went over to the microwave and put it in. Although he began placing it softly, he wasn’t as careful after it was already in.

“Not so rough.” I tried to warn him. I wasn’t sure how much punishment it could take.

“Sorry,” he apologised.

“That’s okay.”

He started heating the pack. It went in for about 2 minutes, which was longer than I thought it would go. The ding signalled that it was done, and he slowly pulled it out.

Marco brought the pack over for my ankle. Gently placing it on my foot.

“Ah!” I squealed as the heat radiated through the surrounding areas.

“Sorry, does it hurt?”

“It only hurt for a moment. I’m good now,” I replied.

I rested the heat pack on it for some time, and eventually, I thought it was good enough to walk on again. By this point, the wig had become itchy, and I wanted to get out of the dress as quickly as possible.

“Let me get changed into something more comfortable.”

I unzipped my dress, and it fell to the ground, leaving me standing only in my trunks. I then hobbled over to the table, careful not to put too much weight on my leg and pulled the wig off, gently folding it and placing it on the table. If I didn’t take care of the wig, Darcy would kill me.

I quickly hopped into bed, and Marco slid in next to me. Marco had likewise stripped down to his underwear. We cuddled close, and soon we fell asleep.

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End of Chapter 14