"Fuck.."

His hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, matching the rhythm to your thrusts. You were Laila's—David's girlfriend's—longtime friend, trusted implicitly by her. David himself was in a whirlwind of confusion and arousal, he’d never expected to discover such a kink for watching his girl get fucked by someone else; but here he was, moaning through gritted teeth while jerking off.

"Will you be my partner in a cuckolding session?" Laila had asked you one day out of the blue.

The question was absurdly unexpected, yet here everyone was: You pounding into Laila with an intensity that left her arching and moaning; hair disheveled as cries echoed off the walls. And there sat David - sidelined yet far from uninvolved - grunting through clenched teeth as he stroked himself in time with your movements.

David struggled to pinpoint what exactly about this scene got him so riled up. Was it hearing his girlfriend moan and utter those throaty sounds, or witnessing each lewd slap when your hips met her ass? Perhaps seeing how perfectly you filled her up.. or feeling envious at how securely you held onto her waist while driving yourself deep inside?

Or maybe... maybe it wasn't just about watching anymore... What if he wanted to swap places with Laila? To feel what she's experiencing.. all at your mercy..

Wait.. what?

David's eyes widen in surprise as you meet his gaze and wink, the gesture sending a jolt of heat straight to his groin. He tries to focus on breathing evenly, but it's difficult with every thrust making Laila's body shudder beneath him; her gasps and moans filling the air.

A new thought occurs to him: what if he could be with you like this? Not just watch, but actually feel your cock inside him... It sends a wave of arousal through his already aching body. He bites his bottom lip, lost in the fantasy for a moment before snapping back to reality.

"L-l-Laila..." he manages to croak out, glancing nervously at her in case she notices how much this is affecting him. "Y-you're... amazing."

"Daddy?" David repeats the word under his breath as he watches you continue your assault on Laila. It feels almost dirty to hear it, but the more you say it, the hotter it makes him feel. His own hips begin to rock in time with yours, instinctively wanting to match each thrust. "Y-yeah... that sounds good." He glances over at her and notices how she's practically squirming beneath you. The desire swells within him, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

His grip tightens around his cock as he imagines what it would be like for you to do the same thing to him...

With each thrust of your hips, Laila's moans grow louder; her fingernails dig into his arm as she struggles to keep herself from losing control completely. It's excruciatingly hot for David, watching this display between the two of them, but it only serves to fuel his desire further.

As you continue to thrust into Laila, calling out for her to come with you, he can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. His breath comes in ragged gasps now as he stares intently at your muscled back and ass. He thinks about how perfect you'd feel buried inside of him instead of Laila...

David's grip on his cock tightens impossibly harder as he imagines you thrusting into him instead of Laila. The sight is almost too much for him to bear, the anticipation building inside him until it feels like it might explode out in a hot rush any second now. He struggles to catch his breath, moaning through gritted teeth as he watches you fuck his girlfriend with relentless determination.

"Fu-fu-fuck..." He chokes out the words, unable to form a proper sentence as he nears the brink. His hips jerk slightly, trying to mimic your movements even though they're only providing him with friction against his own thigh. "Ahhhnnnghh..."

"Yessss..." he moans, feeling the pressure building inside of him. "S-show me... what it feels like..." His hips begin to buck and jerk uncontrollably as his orgasm barrels down on him like a freight train out of control. "Fuckkkk!" He arches his back off the bed, hands curling into fists at his sides as he comes, spurting hot cum all over himself and the sheets.

The sound of your grunts and Laila's moans echo through the room, somehow making it even more intense for David. He lies there panting, staring up at the ceiling as his body tries to recover from its orgasmic release. A shudder runs down his spine when you groan loudly and thrust deeply into Laila one last time before collapsing on top of her.

"That was... incredible," he whispers, still trying to catch his breath. "I've never felt..." He trails off, unable to find the words for how it made him feel: so turned on and yet so out of control at the same time. It's a sensation he doesn't think he'll ever forget.

David blushes slightly beneath your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to process what you've just said. "Th-thank you..." He whispers softly, still catching his breath. He can feel the tension leave his body with every slow, steady exhale, leaving him feeling both relaxed and oddly vulnerable in your presence.

A new thought occurs to him: Maybe this isn't so bad? Maybe there is something here between the two of you...? The more he thinks about it, the more tantalizing the idea becomes. He swallows thickly, mustering up enough courage to ask what's on his mind. "Would... would you ever want to do this again?"

David nods slowly in understanding, biting his lip as he considers your words. "I think... I think I'd like that." He pauses for a moment, then adds, almost shyly, "And Laila seems to enjoy it too." It's obvious from the blush creeping up her neck and the satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

His gaze flickers back up to meet yours, and there's a newfound determination in his eyes. "What do you say? Want to... try it again sometime?"

David beams at your answer, his heart racing in anticipation. "Really? That's... amazing." He takes a shaky breath, feeling a thrill of excitement course through him. "I promise I won't disappoint," he whispers, unable to keep the note of desperation from creeping into his voice. It's as if you hold the key to something deep inside of him; some hidden desire that he never knew existed until now.

Suddenly, he feels a surge of bravery and determination well up within him. If there's any chance that this could become more than just a one-time thing... then he'll do whatever it takes to make sure it happens. "We could... we could try doing something else too," he suggests hesitantly, barely able to meet your eyes as he does so.

"W-well..." David swallows hard, feeling his cheeks warm with embarrassment. "I mean... I've never been with a guy before," he admits in a tiny voice. "But... I've always wondered what it would be like." He pauses, mustering up the courage to meet your eyes again. There's a pleading look in them that says more than words ever could.

"So... if you're okay with it..."

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he looks into your eyes and nods. "Thank you..." he whispers, almost overcome with emotion. Tentatively, he reaches out to touch your face, tracing a finger along your jawline before leaning in for a gentle kiss. The contact sends shockwaves through his body, making him feel dizzy with desire and anticipation.

As the kiss deepens, he feels the tension begin to fade away, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and trust. It's as if this moment is theirs alone; a private connection that binds them together in a way he never thought possible.

As your tongue sweeps into his mouth, David moans softly, arching into the contact. The feel of you against him is intoxicating, sending a shiver down his spine. He tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer still as he loses himself in this moment. This simple kiss feels like more than just a kiss; it's an exchange of energy, a promise for what's to come.

David moans into your mouth as you kiss him harder, thrusting his hips forward eagerly when he feels the pressure on his ass increase. It's almost too much; the pleasure building inside him is nearly unbearable. He breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp for air before diving back in, their tongues tangling once more.

His hands slide down your chest, seeking skin, wanting to feel every inch of you. When they reach your waistband, he tugs impatiently at the fabric, his breath coming in hot puffs against your neck as he tries to pull you closer still.

"Mmmh..." David moans as you touch him there, his hips bucking wildly against your fingers in response. "Do it... please..." He whimpers softly, arching his back off the bed, offering himself to you with eager, trembling hands.

The anticipation is almost too much to bear; every nerve ending in his body tingling with desire as he awaits your touch. He's never felt this way before, not even when he first realized he wanted to try something with a guy like you... It scares him a little, but it also thrills him beyond measure.

A shudder runs through David's body as you touch him intimately like this. It's strange and unfamiliar, yet also strangely familiar. He had never expected it to feel so good; so right. His hips buck against your hand instinctively, trying to find more contact with your fingers, more friction.

A soft moan escapes his lips as you begin to thrust your finger inside him in a rhythmic motion. It feels incredible; unbelievably intense. And yet somehow... it's not enough. His mind drifts back to the earlier part of their encounter, remembering how good it felt to feel you move inside Laila....

David's entire body shudders at the sensation of your hard cock teasing his entrance. It feels unbelievably good, driving him wild with need. As you whisper and bite his earlobe, he whimpers softly, arching into the contact. "Y-yes..." he pants between ragged breaths. "Please... do it..." His hands clutch at your hips, urging you on as he eagerly awaits penetration.

The anticipation is nearly unbearable; his body trembling with the effort to remain still and patient while you tease him like this. It's so different from how it felt with Laila; more intense somehow, more primal. And he likes it. He likes it a lot.

Marcus' words send a shiver down David's spine, making him grip at the sheets beneath him as you slowly fill him up. "Ahhh..." He gasps, feeling your cock stretch and press against his inner walls in a way that feels so impossibly good. As you begin to thrust deeper, he lets out a soft moan, arching his back off the bed in reply.

With each powerful stroke of your hips, your cock drives deeper into him, triggering sparks of pleasure that race across his skin and through every nerve ending. It's so much more intense than he ever imagined; it feels almost unbearable at times yet somehow leaves him wanting more, wanting you to go faster, harder. "F-faster..." He pants between breaths, digging his fingernails into your shoulders as he begs for release.

David cries out in pleasure as you begin to fuck him harder, his body arching off the bed in time with your thrusts. "O-oh god..." he moans, his fingers digging into your shoulders as he tries to find purchase anywhere. He feels like his whole world has narrowed down to this moment; the feel of your cock inside him and the sensation of being completely lost in your touch.

As you continue to pound away at his ass, driving him closer and closer to the edge, he lets out a series of high-pitched moans that echo through the room. His hips move erratically against yours, seeking friction and release as he nears the point of no return. "I'm c-close..." he gasps, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable as his own. "I'm gonna..."

David nods frantically, his nails digging deeper into your shoulders as you take him harder and faster. "Yes..." he gasps between pants for air. "Fill me up... Make me yours." It feels so good to surrender to you like this; to know that you're in control and can make him feel the way he does right now. His body trembles with anticipation, on the brink of release as he awaits your final thrust.

David gasps as you fill him up, his body arching beneath yours in a shuddering release. "G-god..." he whispers hoarsely, gripping at your shoulders and digging his nails into your skin. It's everything he wanted; more than anything else in the world right now. He lies there, panting heavily as you kiss his cheek and whisper sweet words of praise and ownership into his ear. For a moment, it feels like they are the only two people in the world, and that nothing else matters but this connection between them.

As your thrusts slowly subside and your weight presses down on him, he can't help but feel contented, almost sated. But at the same time, there's something else; a spark of curiosity and longing. Something that tells him he wants more of this... He wants to be with you again. "Marcus..." he whispers softly, his voice trembling slightly as he speaks your name for the first time. "Can we do this again?"

His heart swells at your words, filling him with a warmth that spreads through his entire body. "T-then let's keep doing it," he manages to croak out, his voice thick with emotion. He tangles their fingers together, lacing them as tightly as possible as if somehow this could make them inseparable.

His gaze drifts upward, meeting yours once more. There's a plea hidden within the depths of his eyes; a request for more, for you to keep holding him like this, keeping him close... "Won't you be my... my partner?" he asks softly, barely above a whisper. "Please..."

David's face lights up in a brilliant smile, his whole body shivering with relief and joy. He rolls onto his side to face you more fully, pressing their bodies together and lacing your fingers through his own once more. "Thank you..." he whispers, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent. For a moment, it feels like they're finally truly together; as if all the confusion and uncertainty have fallen away, leaving only this perfect sense of rightness between them.

And though he knows that things might not be easy from here on out - what with still being involved with Laila and everything else - for now, he can pretend. He can ignore the messy reality of their situations and just focus on the incredible connection they share. And maybe, just maybe, if he holds onto this feeling tight enough... it will somehow guide them both through whatever comes next.

David relaxes into your embrace, content to just be close to you. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of your skin against his own and listening to the rhythm of your heartbeat. "I never thought I'd find someone like you... Someone who could make me feel this way." His voice is soft but filled with wonder, as if he can hardly believe that this moment, this connection, is real.

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply, wanting to memorize every inch of you and store it away somewhere safe inside himself. "I've never been so happy," he whispers. "And I want... I want to stay this way forever."

Your lips on mine send a shiver down his spine and make him feel even more connected to you. He presses closer, returning the kiss with equal fervor, tangling their tongues in a dance of desire and possession. The sensation is overwhelming but exhilarating; it feels like they're sharing something intimate and profound, like their souls are intertwining.

As the kiss ends, he looks into your eyes, his own glazed with emotion. "I want that too," he whispers. "I want to be yours." His voice is soft but filled with a determination that speaks of his willingness to follow you wherever this newfound connection might lead. For now, all that matters is the warmth of your body against his and the knowledge that they are together; in this moment, bound by more than just physical desire.

Marcus' words make his heart swell with a mix of happiness and relief. He nestles closer to you, pressing their bodies together and reveling in the feel of your skin against his own. The thought that he might actually belong to you - that you could possibly want him as much as he wants you - fills him with an overwhelming sense of rightness; of homecoming.

With a sigh, he closes his eyes once more and lets himself be swept away by the comforting warmth of your embrace. As tiredness begins to creep up on him, he knows that sleep won't come easily; not with everything that's happened today and tonight. But for now, with you holding him like this, he can almost pretend that all is well in their little corner of the world...

David rests his head against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. It's comforting; familiar and soothing at the same time. With a small smile, he wraps his arms around you, hugging you tightly as if afraid that letting go might make this all disappear. He savors the feel of your skin against his own, memorizing every inch of you before drifting off to sleep; safe and content in the knowledge that you're here with him.

Your heartbeat lulls him to sleep as his fingers slowly loosen their grip around your body. The last thing he feels before drifting off is a gentle kiss planted on the crown of his head, followed by soft whispers of words too quiet and muffled for him to make out. But somehow, they still manage to send a shiver down his spine, filling him with a sense of peace and contentment that he's never felt before; not even when Laila was beside him.

As sleep finally claims him, he dreams of bright colors and warmth; of laughter and the sound of your voice calling out his name. It feels so real... almost like it could be reality, if only he could somehow make it last forever.

The dreamworld is soft and fuzzy; a haze of pleasure and contentment that envelops him like a warm blanket. You're there beside him, your touch gentle yet possessive as it guides him through a world of vibrant colors and sensations. Your laughter fills the air, mingling with his own, and he feels as though nothing could ever tear them apart again.

As sleep continues to weave its spell around him, he sinks deeper into this dream; this perfect fantasy where you are his everything and he is finally free from the chains of his denial and self-loathing. It's a blissful escape; one that he doesn't want to leave, not for anything in the world...not even reality itself.

But as dawn breaks through the window, casting pale beams of light across your bodies, reality comes crashing back in with all its harsh truths and unanswered questions. He opens his eyes, taking in your face for what might very well be the last time; a bittersweet mixture of longing and loss that threatens to choke him from the inside out. For just a moment, he almost regrets letting himself fall so deeply into this dream...almost wishes he could stay here forever.

But he can't. Sooner or later, reality will catch up with them both, and they'll have to face the consequences of their actions; the truths they've been trying so desperately to ignore. With a soft sigh, David gently brushes his fingers across your cheek, memorizing the feel of your skin against his one last time before pulling away, giving you both some much-needed space between them...

And as he watches you sleep, he knows that this is goodbye; the end of something beautiful and fleeting...but

As you slumber peacefully beside him, he can't help but marvel at the way your features relax in sleep; how vulnerable and innocent you look at times like this. It's as if all of the doubts and fears that have plagued their relationship are washed away, leaving only the raw beauty and connection between them.

He wonders what might have been; if they had met under different circumstances or if Laila had never come into the picture...if they could've made it work somehow. But now, as he watches your chest rise and fall with each gentle breath, he knows that those questions are nothing more than fantasies; wishful thinking designed to soothe the ache in his heart.

With a soft sigh, David gently caresses your cheek one last time before reluctantly pulling away, slipping out of bed and beginning to dress himself. As he pulls on his clothes, he steals glances back at you, memorizing every detail; the way your hair falls across your forehead, the curve of your lips...He knows that once he leaves this room, it'll be impossible to forget about any of this; but still, he finds himself wishing that he could.

"I... just thought it was time," he whispers, still not meeting your gaze. "To head out. See my family..." It comes out as more of a question than a statement; like he's hoping that maybe you'll convince him otherwise.

David can't help but melt into your touch; it feels so good to be held by you like this, as if he belonged with you. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for what he needs to say next. "Marcus," he begins softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I... I want to stay."

His words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning and desire. For just a moment, it's as if everything else has faded away, leaving only the two of them; their connection so strong it feels impossible to break.

"Okay..." David whispers softly, returning to bed and cuddling up against your warmth as you fall back asleep. He rests his head on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, feeling safe and protected for the first time in what seems like forever. Despite the doubts and fears that still linger in the back of his mind, being with you like this makes everything else seem insignificant; irrelevant. In this moment, all that matters is the connection they share, and he plans on holding onto it for as long as he possibly can.

As the sun begins to rise outside their window, casting soft golden light across your naked bodies, David wonders where this newfound relationship will lead them. But for now, he's content to enjoy the peace and comfort of being in your arms; knowing that no matter what happens next, you'll be there with him every step of the way.

"I don't want to leave," you confess softly, burying your face in the crook of your neck. "Not unless I have to." The words are out before he can stop them, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He tenses slightly, waiting for your reaction; wondering what this admission will mean for their relationship moving forward.

But you say nothing, merely running a soothing hand through his hair as you gaze down at him with an expression that's equal parts amusement and tenderness. For now, it seems like the weight of his words has dissipated, leaving them both basking in the glow of their connection. The rest of the world can wait; there's nothing more important than being together right now.

The affection in your voice makes him feel warm all over, like he's finally found his place in the world. He nestles closer to you, pressing their bodies together and reveling in the familiarity of it all; the closeness that's been building between them since last night.

With a contented sigh, he turns his head to face yours, gazing up into your eyes. They're a striking shade of green today, full of life and promise; it feels as though they could hold him captive forever. "What should we do now?" he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.

The question hangs between them, heavy with possibility. It could mean anything; another night together, maybe even something more...or it could be the start of something new; an adventure neither of them has dared to dream about before. Whatever the future holds, one thing is certain: they have each other. And for now, that's all that truly matters.

David can feel his face heat up at the suggestion. A part of him is both annoyed and aroused by your teasing; it's almost as if you know exactly what buttons to push to make him squirm. "You... you think that's funny, don't you?" he manages to say, struggling to keep his voice steady despite the blush creeping up his neck.

He tries to focus on your eyes but they're drawn back down to your lips, imagining what it would feel like to be kissed by you again; to taste the memory of last night mixed with breakfast on your tongue. It's intoxicating, this sense of power and vulnerability that you have over him. Despite his better judgment, he finds himself craving more...

David reluctantly rolls out of bed and pads naked over to the kitchen, a slight shiver running down his spine as cool air hits his bare skin. He glances back at you over his shoulder, unable to resist the urge to see your reaction as he turns away. Your words echo in his mind: "Go make me breakfast."

Despite everything that's happened between them, despite the doubts and fears that still linger, he finds himself enjoying this new role; of being the one who takes care of you. It's strangely satisfying, knowing that in some small way, he is contributing to your happiness.

As he cracks eggs into a bowl and begins to whisk them together, his mind wanders back to last night; to the warmth of your body against his own and the taste of you on his tongue. The memory makes him smile despite himself, and a small twinge of desire curls low in his stomach as he imagines what might happen when he finally presents you with breakfast...and your special plate of sausage and milk.

As he sets the plate on the nightstand next to the bed, a wave of nervous anticipation washes over him. His cheeks flush at the thought of being so intimate with you in front of such a personal item; his heart races as he waits for your reaction. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever comes next before turning back to face you.

Marcus is leaning against the headboard, watching him carefully. There's something unreadable in his gaze that leaves David feeling both exposed and desired at once. With shaking hands, he hands Marcus the plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. "I-I hope you like it," he stutters out, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

David's eyes go wide at the sight of your cock; it looks even more magnificent than he remembered from last night. A surge of heat spreads through his core, and he can feel himself hardening in response. "Th-thank you," he manages to stammer out before stepping closer to you. With shaking hands, he takes your cock into his own and begins to stroke it gently, feeling its warmth against his palm and the soft skin of his fingers.

His gaze meets yours as he continues to pleasure you, desire burning bright in his eyes. He can feel himself growing more and more aroused with each passing second, eager for the chance to feel you inside him once again; to be taken by you completely.

His gaze flickers between your face and your erection before he nods slowly, leaning in to kiss you hungrily as he begins to mouth at your cock, teasingly taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently. The taste of you on his tongue sends shivers down his spine, heightening the desire coursing through his veins. His hands continue to stroke you rhythmically, feeling the length and girth of you in a way that only intimacy can bring. "Mmm... so good," he murmurs against your skin, closing his eyes as pleasure washes over him like a wave. "I've missed this."

Glancing down at your cock in his hand and then back up to meet your gaze, he takes another kiss before whispering, "I couldn't waste it if I tried." His words are full of desire as he slides your length between his lips again, sucking harder this time. He feels the warmth of you spread through his mouth and down his throat, and it only serves to fuel his need for more. With one hand, he begins to stroke faster, drawing out a soft moan from deep within you as you arch your hips closer to him in pleasure.

His lips stretch wider as he takes more of your length into his mouth, feeling the head press against the back of his throat. He moans around you, vibrations shuddering through him as pleasure ripples along every nerve ending in his body. His other hand slides up your thigh and over your hip, gripping firmly as he begins to suck harder still. "God, I love the way you taste," he gasps between kisses, feeling tears prick at his eyes from the intensity of it all.

A shudder runs through him as you grind your hips against his face, the sensation sending electricity surging through every nerve in his body. He sucks harder, moaning around you as he feels the head of your cock brush against the back of his throat again and again. His fingers dig into your thighs for purchase, his entire being focused on pleasing you and drawing out every drop of pleasure from this moment. "God... you're so big..." he pants between moans, feeling tears roll down his cheeks as the strength in his jaw begins to falter.

The air rushes back into your lungs as you're released from his cock, and you pant heavily, feeling a surge of desire course through you as he continues to thrust gently above you. "Please..." you manage to croak out between gasps for breath. "More... please."

Your body aches with need; not just for him but for the way he dominates you so effortlessly. It's a heady mix of pain and pleasure, and you can't help but crave more of it as he moves against you, his erection still slick from your mouth. Your hands tremble as they reach up to grasp at his thighs, digging in as if by sheer force of will alone you could make him move faster.

David drinks the last of you, relishing the taste and warmth that lingers on his tongue long after you pull back. "Mmm..." he moans softly as your cock twitches against his lips one last time. His gaze meets yours, filled with adoration and desire as he looks up at you, not wanting this moment to end anytime soon. He swallows thickly, feeling the rush of emotion building in his chest as he realizes that perhaps being yours isn't such a bad thing after all.

"I... I liked it," David whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "It was different, but in a good way." He shivers as your thumb continues to trace lazy circles on his cheek, feeling impossibly grateful for this moment and the connection they share.

He leans into the touch, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of your skin against his own. In that instant, he knows without a doubt that he wants more; not just sex or a relationship, but something deeper; something only you seem capable of giving him.

As you kiss him, his arms wrap around your neck and he melts into the touch, relishing in the closeness they share. His body responds eagerly to your caresses, arching towards you as desire curls low in his belly. He presses against your hand, wanting more of that intimate contact; anything to feel even closer to you. His lips part beneath yours and he moans softly into the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as need and want build inside him. It's clear in this moment that David wants nothing more than to belong to you entirely.

His breath hitches as you fondle his behind, and he moans into your kiss, pressing closer still. The feel of your strong arms around him makes him shiver with desire, wanting nothing more than to be held by you like this forever. He tangles his fingers in your hair, pulling gently, urging you to deepen the kiss as his body arches towards yours.

His cheeks flush with warmth as you gaze into his eyes, and he can't help but smile shyly in return. He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours, feeling the weight of your words settle comfortably within him. In that moment, there's no denying the connection they share; the love and desire that seems to radiate from every touch, every glance. "Thank you," he whispers softly, knowing in his heart that these words are not enough, but they will have to do for now.

A flicker of regret crosses your mind as you realize that this relationship might be more complicated than just Marcus and yourself. You take a deep breath, trying to sort through the jumble of emotions within you before responding. "I don't know..." you finally say with a sigh. "We haven't talked about it much. I mean, we knew we were both in relationships when we started this... thing." A hint of anger creeps into your voice as you mention Laila; it's a feeling that's foreign and uncomfortable to you.

"I guess I just need some time to think," you continue, looking away from Marcus. "To figure things out for myself." The weight of the situation settles heavily on your shoulders, and you can feel the tension begin to build between you once again.