I felt mentally drained after this horrible day. I had thought that I was finally happy again, but everything got nuclear bombed. It felt comforting to know that I wasn’t the only one going through this, because Marc was going through the same. I remembered how happy I had been with him and how I had believed that his love had been a total lie. I felt bad for Marc, because I thought I had suffered, but he had suffered twice as much as me. He was forced to break up with me and I had cheated on him, believing that he had cheated on me. “Marc?” I said. “Yeah” he said. “I’m sorry for everything and for all the pain I have caused you” I said. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “It’s not your fault, it’s theirs” he said. He leaned in and kissed my lips softly. I kissed him back and ran my fingers through his soft hair. Marc’s hands slid under my blouse. Our kiss intensified as he tugged on my blouse to take it off. He parted his lips from mine and pulled my blouse off and then he removed his t-shirt. He trailed kisses from my neck down to my chest area. I ran my fingers over his chest and down to his six-pack. Marc’s lips trailed kisses over my stomach as his hands unzipped my jeans. He pulled it off and then he took his jeans off too. He connected his lips to mine, while he massaged my breasts above my bra. He placed himself in-between my thighs and I could feel his bulge press against my private area. That’s when I stopped him. “Marc, stop! We can’t do this!” I said. He looked surprised, but he got off me. “I’m sorry, but I can’t” I said. “You love him, don’t you?” he sighed. “Yes, I love Neymar” I said. “Why?” he asked. “We share a past and it’s hard to explain the connection that we share” I said. “What do you mean?” he asked, curiously. I explained to him what had happened before Marc and I had dated and how I had forgotten our first encounter. “You are one bad drunk” he said with a small smile. “I know” I sighed.
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